Camille's eyes narrowed, feeling uninterested and annoyed. “What does Frederick Williams and his fiancée have to do with us?”Tiffany explained, “Haven't you heard? His fiancée will be our new design manager. Every year, there's a big event where designers showcase their latest creations. Designers apply and are selected into groups. Each group submits their design, and the best one wins.”Camille's eyes widened, “So, it's like a process where designers apply and are selected into groups to create new designs?”Tiffany nodded, and Camille furrowed her brows, “What does Frederick Williams Fiancée has to do with that?”“Come on, don't you get it. The group is divided in two, Mr. Frederick heads one of the group, and she acts as the manager for that group. The selection for the designers goes through her. Another person is also selected to head the second group with his manager. Now you see? She will be heading our company. Isn't that a blessing?” Tiffany breathed in calmly and held her
Camille understood she must've mistaken her identity due to how she dressed. She was putting on a short black skirt and a white top. It wasn't expensive but professional enough. Besides, Mr. Cole never informed her she was attending a party, else she would have dressed for that.“Your father only asked me to relay his message to you. You can ask one of your maids to apply more powder if it pleases you.” Camille said, her eyes narrowing.Sophie sneered, “Such audacity! You have no right to tell me whom to order. I order anyone I want to, and you aren't an exception.” She snarled.Camille smiled, “I think if you apply more makeup, Sean would run away just seeing you.” She remarked and turned to leave.“How dare you mention his name like that! You filthy thing. You disgust me!” Sophie screamed, her voice menacing.Camille's skin burned as the object struck her, leaving a searing sensation.“Now! Powder. I will make sure to rip your sharp tongue after this.” She barked.Camille's face flu
"Oh, look who's here!" David's lips curved into a wide, warm smile. "Frederick Williams, your fiancée is a real beauty." Minister Logan bowed slightly before Cassie, his eyes twinkling with genuine admiration. Cassie chuckled lightly, her slender hands covering her mouth, her cheeks flushing with delight.David pulled out a chair beside him, and Frederick followed suit, gallantly offering a seat to Cassie before sitting down himself. The men chuckled at Frederick's chivalrous gesture. "He sure loves his woman," one of them teased."I think everyone is here," David said, scanning the room. Minister Logan furrowed his brows, his expression turning serious. "Sean refused my invitation, humph." He rubbed his moustache slowly, his eyes fixed on the wall, lost in thought."Who cares?" Frederick interjected, a sly smile spreading across his face. "The party can commence without him, right?" He raised his cup in a toast, and the others agreed, clinking their glasses together.Just as they too
The machine beeped loudly while the doctors kept trying hard to stabilize Mr. George. They successfully stabilized him and he remained cam not struggling anymore. And they all left the ward just as Miriam rushed in.Miriam ran in with a panick and trembling voice, she moved a nurse aside and bent beside Mr. George, tears pricking down her face. "No...you can't die....you can't leave me alone!" She held his hands using it to caress her face gently. Mr. George struggled to turn to her, his eyes flashing red. His veins on his forehead popped out as he used the strength in him to push Miriam away.Miriam was taken aback, her eyes widened and her hand flew to cover her mouth in fright. Mr. George struggled to stand, taking one step after another closer to Miriam. Miriam legs trembled as she tried to stand, she managed to smile and slowly walked towards George. "Is.. everything okay?" She drawled trying to take the scissors in his hands."You monster!" Mr. George pointed a finger from w
Camille burst through the hospital doors, her heart racing with every step. Cynthia's urgent call still echoed in her mind. "Please, Camille, hurry! Your father..."Cynthia met her in the corridor, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Camille. He's gone."Camille's world crumbled. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "No...no, this can't be."Cynthia guided her to the hospital room, where Mr. George lay still, his eyes closed. Camille approached him, trembling. She took his hand, feeling the chill of death."Father." She muttered with teary eyes, rubbing her cheeks on his hands. A letter on the bedside table caught her attention. Her name was scribbled on the envelope. With shaking hands, she opened it."Dear Camille,...She read it half way and folded the letter back.Camille's tears fell onto the letter and Cynthia handed her a tissue."Cynthia, what happened? You said he was improving."Cynthia's expression turned grave. "I found something suspicious. A drug, not p
Sean's fingers moved swiftly, disabling the bomb mere seconds before detonation. He pulled Camille into a tight embrace, relief washing over him."We have to get out of here, now," Sean whispered, scooping Camille into his arms.As they exited the building, Sean's mind raced with the blackmailer's revelation. His parents' murder, the key, Red Hood – the puzzle pieces swirled in his head.The blackmailer watched from the shadows, a sly smile spreading across his face. "The game has just begun, Sean."***Days passed, Camille's father was buried. She sweated on his grave to find justice for him. Cassie and Frederick also came to pay their last respect, Camille left immediately on seeing them.She went to see her mother, Miriam.Camille's eyes scanned her mother's sitting room, the familiar surroundings now laced with unease. Miriam came out of the kitchen, a sneer on her face. "You finally decided to visit me. It's been so long you've come to see me you know.""Mother, we need to talk,
"Thank you. I'm sorry I kept you worried." Camille said when they got to her room."I did it for grandma." Sean snapped and left.Camille glanced at his retreating figure, "Does he have mood swings?" She muttered about to enter her room when grandma worried voice stopped her."Oh my, Dear. Look at you, what kind of boss let's his employee stay this late? Didn't you inform him that you are married? I will ask Sean to sue him. He must be out of his mind." Camille laughed weirdly, confused on where to start answering. "Grandma- ""Where the hell is Sean?"Camille smiled warmly, "He just left.""You both should see me downstairs. First you go change." Grandma stated and walked towards Sean's room.Camille walked downstairs dressed in a strapless night gown that got to her knee. Sean sat on the couch, his attention solely on his phone when grandma saw Camille approaching she grabbed the phone from him.Sean stared at his grandma and she looked away. "Have you eaten, dear?" Grandma said s
Later in the afternoon.....Camille called the cops and reported the theft incident. They assured her they will help her get it. Tiffany approached Camille's desk, list in hand. "I'm heading to submit the participant list to the boss. Want me to drop it off?"Camille's gaze snapped up. "Wait, let me see it first."Tiffany handed over the list. Camille scanned the names, her eyes widening in shock."Sofia? She's participating?"Tiffany nodded. "Yeah, I was surprised too. She submitted her application last minute."Camille's eyes locked onto the registration details. Her heart sank."Tiffany, what's this? Sofia used a VIP card to register."Tiffany frowned. "That's weird. I thought those cards were strictly limited."Camille's grip on the paper tightened. "It's not just any VIP card. It's mine. The one that was stolen from my bag."Tiffany's eyes widened. "Oh no, Camille. Do you think Sofia..."Camille's expression turned icy. "I need to talk to her. Now."Camille's eyes blazed with in