Chapter 815 You Must Think I’m a Pushover

“Miss Moore! Help me!” Camilla yelled at Tamara. The two men caught up to her and grabbed her arms.

“What are you doing?” Someone from the crowd tried to help Camilla, but they quickly bit back their shouts when they saw the two scary men.

Tamara heard the familiar voice and turned around unconsciously. She only saw the busy crowd and couldn’t figure out who was calling out to her.

What was happening?

Were her ears playing tricks on her?

Tamara retracted her gaze and headed for the lift.

Camilla watched as Tamara left. Despair ate at her. She was dragged out of the building by the two men.

“Aren’t you a runner? Go on! Try running off again!” One of the men slapped Camilla across the cheeks. He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her.

Camilla groaned. Her cheeks had started swelling.

“Alright. Let’s hand her over and call it a day,” said the other man. They started dragging Camilla off to the warehouse.

“Did I say you could leave?” a soft voice suddenly sounded behind them.

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