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“It’s nothing, no worries.” A few gentlemen awkwardly smiled and backed away.
Camila sensed that the man beside her seemed displeased. She looked up into his eyes, which were slightly narrowed. What’s with Mr. Connor today, so moody.
Connor pulled his arm away from Camila’s grasp, took off his jacket, and draped it over her shoulders. “Here, take this.”
Camila caught it, blinked, and neatly folded the suit jacket over her arm.
“How are you supposed to drink holding that? Put it on,” he said, his voice cool and distant.
Camila paused for a moment, then obediently draped his still–warm jacket over her shoulders.
Connor took her by the wrist and led her towards the sofa area.
“Is that Mr. Connor’s girlfriend?” people whispered from afar.
“A celebrity? Probably not some rich girl.”
“New
her before, but she sure is stunning.”
“It’s the mist time I’ve seen Mr. Connor bring a date to an event. It must be serious.”
“Hooking up with Mr. Connor, she’s about to soar high.”
“Do you think the Passos family is just any wealthy family? Is this girl dreaming to climb the social ladder?” a woman sneered with a laugh.
In the sofa area.
“Mr. Connor, what would you like to drink?” the bartender asked, bending over slightly. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Connor replied, “Get her a juice and pour me a glass of 50–year–old Glenfiddich.”
Camila nodded and smiled at the bartender.
“Mr. Connor, long time no see,” another guest approached to greet.
The sofa area quickly filled up, and Camila quietly moved to a corner, bored, sipping her juice and listening to the music.
“Connor, Rita told me you were here and I didn’t believe her,” Logan approached with a drink in hand, giving Camila a quick glance. “Oh, Camila’s here too.”
“Good evening, Mr. Logan, Camila nodded.
Spotting Logan, others made space for him.
“I actually have something for you, about that special edition Future 3.0 with jewelry elements we discussed. I’ve designed a few models, and I also found out Jaiden has privately invested in a robotics company.”
“Let’s talk in the private booth,” Connor stood up, calling out to Rita not far away.
Rita sauntered over.
“Take care of her, and make sure she doesn’t drink any alcohol. I’ve got business to discuss,” Connor instructed.
“Sure, leave her to me,” Rita winked.
Rita found it amusing to see Camila wearing Connor’s jacket. She chuckled softly, pulling Camila by the hand towards the bar. “What would you like to drink?” Rita asked.
“Just juice for me. I need to drive Mr. Connor home,” Camila replied with a shake of her head and a smile.
Rita was busy. After chatting briefly with Camila, she was called away. Before leaving, she told the bartender to keep an eye on Camila. Camila’s brow furrowed slightly. She wasn’t a child that needed watching.
A stranger noticed the empty seat beside Camila and approached. “Good evening,” the man greeted, glancing at the men’s suit she was wearing.
The man smiled and pulled out a business card. “Are you an actress?”
Camila took it without looking and replied lightly, “No,”
“I thought you might be a talent agency’s new face. No worries, I specialize in investing in films and TV shows. I’ve got a project in needi of an actress, and you seem perfect. Maybe we can find a quiet place to talk? What’s your name?” the man said suggestively.
“Camila.”
But it wasn’t Camila who spoke. She turned towards the voice.