Camille stopped dead, her hands balled into fists, but she didn't turn around.Julian scoffed, severing her last thread of hope. "If you're thinking of running to Mr. Quayle for help, forget it. The Quayles have no say in my business."Camille's emotions completely unraveled. Her voice was hoarse and thick with feeling, so much so that she could barely get the words out. "Julian, what do you actually want?"Julian casually threw Seth's jacket in the trash, then took off his own suit jacket.He walked straight toward Camille, and before she could even react, he threw his jacket over her head. Then, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and, despite her slight struggle, he forced her into the car.From the driver's seat, Naomi turned her head and gave a brief, acknowledging nod. "Ms. Stowell."A sudden wave of disorientation washed over Camille, and she quickly looked away to the window, her eyes empty and hollow.Julian spared Camille a single glance before he signaled Naomi to
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