fanqie novel
Chapter 13
David heard the door close and glanced towards the bedroom, catching sight of Camila leaning against the door frame. “Camila, how come you’re out so soon?”
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David looked puzzled. Normally, waking Mr. Connor was no easy task. Even Pay had trouble getting him out of bed. It seemed the new secretary had a way with him, and David’s fondness for Camila deepened.
A moment later, Connor, dressed neatly, came to sit at the dining table.
David unpacked the breakfast he brought, still steaming hot and fragrant, drawing a swallow from Camila,
“Have you had breakfast?” Connor asked, looking up at her, his tone even.
Camila hadn’t even had dinner the night before, let alone breakfast, because she was too tired when she got home.
“Yeah” Camila replied with an unchanging smile.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from her stomach. Her ears turned red in an instant, and she wished she could vanish into thin air from embarassment.
Connor stared at the source of the noise for two seconds, then calmly returned his gaze to his food. “Sit down and eat.”
“Camila, see if it suits your taste. Let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like, and 111 bring it tomorrow” David said, though his eyes lingered on Connor His silence was an agreement.
Thank you David. I’m not picky.” With that settled, Camila sat down and started on the nutritious porridge David served her.
David then added scrambled eggs and bacon to her plate.
“Thank you”
Camila eyed the chives on the scrambled eggs, internally conflicted. She didn’t eat chives.
If she ate them? She might just throw up on the spot.
Could she pick them out? But she had just claimed she wasn’t picky
Ultimately, she decided to pick out the chives. Social death was more dignified than vomiting on the spot. Carefully, she removed the chives.
Both Connor and David watched her. David spoke first, smiling, “I won’t add chives next time.”
“Thank you. I also don’t eat cilantro or green garlic, Camila smiled awkwardly.
David paused, then laughed, “Alright, I’ll remember that.”
Connor huffed and continued with his breakfast.
Camila muttered to her
herself about his reaction. Well, it was too late to care now. She casually continued picking out the chives. She couldn’t help but glance at Connor occasionally, admiring how gracefully he ate. Watching him was quite a delight. After breakfast, they took the elevator to the underground garage. The mansion’s garage was brightly lit, with a refined ceiling and elegantly colored walls.
Luxury cars with consecutive license plates were everywhere. A Rolls–Royce Phantom was parked closest to them. The driver immediately got out to open the door upon seeing Connor.
Camila naturally took the passenger seat. She couldn’t help but marvel. Her best friend, a legitimate rich second–generation, drove a car worth just over a million.
Future Inc. was still in its early stages, and the money Connor earned was hardly enough for such extravagance. This was too luxurious! She began to worry about the future of the company. How long could she keep her job?
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Once in the car, Connor switched to work mode. Within a short ten–minute drive, he had already made several business calls.
Back at the office.
After pouring Connor a cup of coffee, Camila returned to her desk to handle the tasks assigned to her by Alan.
A stranger walked straight towards the CEO’s office. Camila stood up and gently stopped him, asking, “Hello, do you have an appointment?”