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“Mr. Steven, why don’t you rest a bit longer?” Camila returned his glance with a subtle smile.
“How could I let you wait here alone? That would not be considerate, wouldn’t it?” Steven said as he plopped down next to her, their shoulders almost touching.
Camila, smiling, shifted slightly away, creating a distance of about half a meter between them.
“Camila, no need to be nervous. How long have you been with Future Inc.?” Steven asked earnestly.
“I was at a branch office before, only recently transferred to the headquarters.” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Ever thought about relocating to another city, like Southville?” His implication was clear.
Camila shook her head with a smile.
“You know, I think you don’t really need to work. Ever considered being a lady of leisure?”
“Mr. Steven, you are so funny. Shall we order? Mr. Connor and the others will be here shortly.” Camila moved a bit further away, placing the menu between them.
Steven removed the menu and moved closer to Camila, his arm casually draping over her shoulder.
Camila dodged smoothly, and Steven’s arm fell onto the empty space next to her. He stared at her profile, smiling and touching his lips. “Camila, Mr. Connor sent you to pick me up. Don’t you understand what he means?”
Steven knew well. Every time someone came to pick him up, it was always a man. This was the first time Connor had deliberately sent a woman his way, and he was not about to let the opportunity
slip. With such a beauty around, even if the company’s performance was unsatisfactory, he wouldn’t pursue it. He had seen plenty of tactics of playing hard to get.
“What do you mean?” Camila’s tone lost its deference, her eyes cold and sharp.
Connor found out she wasn’t pregnant and sent her to Steven’s bed? What did Connor take her for?
Or perhaps, was this how Future Inc. had grown so quickly, with contracts secured in this manner?
“What do you mean?” Steven said, “Some things are too obvious to need spelling out.” He reached for Camila’s back, attempting to pull
her close.
Camila swiftly moved aside and threw the hot coffee in front of her into Steven’s face. “Mr. Steven, please show some respect.”
“Damn it!” Steven jumped up, his face splashed with tea.
“What the fuck did you just do!” He wiped his face furiously.
The door to the private room was open, and with all the commotion, the waitstaff gathered at the doorway, whispering among themselves. One of them handed Steven a towel.
Steven, never having been so publicly humiliated, was furious. In the next moment, he grabbed Camila’s wrist. “You bitch!”
Camila tried to push him away, and the waitstaff intervened to separate them. Amid the chaos, a figure rushed up and punched Steven in the face. Unprepared for the assault, Steven staggered back and fell onto a couch.
Camila saw that the person who had hit Steven was Connor. His face was stern as he stared down at Steven, his gaze carrying an unspoken threat.
He then turned to Camila, his expression softening, filled with guilt. “Are you alright?”
Camila glared silently at Connor, her heart seething with the desire to flay him alive. Wasn’t this humilation all given by Connor? “Connor, you hit me? Believe it or not, I’ll pull my investment!” Steven clutched his bruised face,
Connor turned around, his expression fearless. “Sure.”
He glanced at Alan, “Alan, contact the finance department to calculate the market value of all Steven’s shares for transfer, get the legal department to draft the transfer agreement, and have the administration department change tomorrow’s shareholders‘ meeting agenda to include the business alteration.”