Mag-log inSEBASTIAN "Sir, there's something else you need to know." I glanced at Charles through the rearview mirror. He had been giving me updates about Logan's mother ever since we left the office. Frankly, I was beginning to lose my patience; I wasn't going to let that woman's antics affect me—it wasn't any of my damn business anyway. "What is it?" "Camilla left her car at the office today. She didn't drive herself home. She went out with Max." Everything inside me froze as my fingers tightened around my knee. "Max?" "Yes, sir. According to the report I got from the spy, he came to her office earlier, and they left together. They went to a restaurant before he drove her back to her residence after they had both left his place." I stared out the window, my jaw tightening as anger surged through my entire body. She didn't even call to check up on me or reply to the message I sent an hour ago. I had wanted to see her, so I texted to ask if she was home so I could clear the air about th
CAMILLA Max drove me home, and throughout the journey, I couldn't stop thinking about his words. He had stated that if he hadn't delayed my parents that day into having dinner with him, they would have gone home earlier. That didn't quite count as being at fault for their deaths—and besides, the old man involved wasn't even in existence anymore. But the story didn't really sit well with me; I still want to know how Lyra ended up with that life insurance and why Max's foster father is after me. Even so, I felt like Max wasn't entirely lying. "Are you okay?" Max suddenly asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at me. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied, letting out an exhausted sigh. He nodded and returned his attention to the road. A thick silence settled between us. A few minutes later, we arrived at my house. It was almost 6 PM. Earlier, Max and I had gone to his place, where he showed me all the receipts for the tuition fees he had paid for me over the years. Even th
CAMILLA I sat across from Max, trying my best to concentrate on the food in front of me. Ever since we arrived at the restaurant, he had been nothing but caring. He kept asking if I needed anything, making sure I was comfortable, and even offering to order something else when he noticed I wasn't eating much. Honestly, it was becoming uncomfortable. Can't he just let me focus? It's genuinely exhausting. And Zoe wasn't helping at all; she had decided to eat at a table across from us, claiming she wanted to give us some space. "Camilla, do you want some more juice?" he asked, reaching for the jug. "No, thank you. I'm fine," I blurted out, forcing myself to take a bite even though I had completely lost my appetite. He nodded and placed the jug back on the table. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I'd really like to spend more time with you. I want to get to know you better, and I'm willing to take things slowly if that's what you want." I sighed. "Max, I think you should
SEBASTIAN I watched the metrics of my stock rise beyond my imagination. A triumphant laugh escaped me as I let out a small sigh of relief. Without needing anyone to tell me, I was damn sure that old man must be regretting his actions by now. Logan’s mother had even made everything look so damn believable by crying in public, talking about how good I had been, and lamenting that it was so unfortunate my grandfather couldn't live to see my good side. Of course, she had overacted a bit by claiming she had practically begged my grandfather to give me the company. How bold of her to say that. Still, I had plenty of ways to make her regret it if she ever dared to bite off more than she could chew. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I exhaled softly and pulled the tablet down. "Come in," I muttered calmly. The door clicked open, and Logan walked in, looking a mix of confused and panicked. I sat completely still, staring at him blankly. He stopped in front of my desk
CAMILLA My entire body froze as I scrolled endlessly through my phone, reading the comments under the trending news about Sebastian. Damn it, who posted this, and why are they going after Sebastian? This was something else entirely. Suddenly, the narrative had flipped—from accusing Sebastian to feeling sorry for him. My goodness, the internet truly was crazy. The office door clicked open. I reluctantly lifted my gaze before returning my attention to my phone. "My goodness, Camilla, the internet is going so crazy," Zoe blurted out as she walked over and settled at her desk. "First it's Sebastian, then you, then Lyra, and now Sebastian again. I really don't understand anything. Could there be someone pulling strings in the shadows?" I had decided to continue staying in the same office for junior employees. Even though I own half the firm's properties, I can't expose them yet—not until this fight is over. "And Logan," Zoe added desperately. "I can't believe it's almost past 11
SEBASTIAN I sat behind my desk, flipping through the files in front of me while my employees presented their proposals. I nodded slightly, my eyes still fixed on the documents. However, my mind wasn't entirely on the meeting. Camilla's words kept replaying in my head. She had rejected me. I leaned back slightly in my chair, letting out a quiet sigh. I knew she wouldn't accept my confession immediately. After everything that had happened to her, I couldn't expect her to suddenly develop feelings for me. But that didn't mean I was going to give up easily; I had plenty of strategies to make her reciprocate my feelings. She would accept me eventually. I just needed to give her some time. "Sir?" I raised my head. Their eyes were all fixed on me in fear. This was the managing committee working on the foundational phases of my ongoing project. I had rejected their results twice already, and this third time, I wasn't paying any attention at all. Damn it, how did I let my mind wa







