Chapter 89
It wasn’t long before David arrived with breakfast. The table was set, but Camilo hadn’t touched her fork yet.
Ten minutes later, Connor emerged from the bedroom, now dressed in a crisp suit, a faint scent of shower gel trailing behind him as he passed by Camila
He took the head seat, with two pills and a cup of warm water placed in front of him. He asked, “What’s this?”
“Poison,” Camila said flatly
Connor paused for a moment, a slight smirk forming as he swallowed the pills before him. He began eating breakfast, eyes downcast A few seconds later, he asked, “No effect yet?”
Camila tried to quickly swallow her food to respond, but it got stuck in her throat. Her face tumed red instantly as she continuously thumped her chest
Realizing what was happening. Connor quickly handed her a glass of water and patted her back. After gulping down the water, Camila finally managed to swallow and cleared her throat a few times.
Connor watched her anxiously, and only relaxed when he was sure she was alright, gently rubbing her back. “Did the poison I ate transfer to you?” he joked.
Camilla glared at him, puffing her cheeks before taking a few more sips of water. She then realized the glass was the one Connor had drunk from, causing her to cough a few more times.
Connor felt guilty and gently stroked her hair. “Alright, no more teasing.”
They finished breakfast in silence after that. When they arrived at the office building, Connor, looking tired, stepped onto the staircase.
Just then, a young and pretty girl in a simple white dress blocked their path.
Camila recognized her from the night before at the villa. The girl held out a lunch box with a smile towards Connor.
He stopped, his expression cold as he looked at the girl.
A few seconds later, he continued walking, leaving the girl standing there dumbfounded, her eyes pleadingly tuming to Camila.
Softly calling her “Ms. Secretary,” the girl pushed the lunch box into Camila’s hands. “Please give this to Mr. Connor,” she said before running off.
“Hey.” Camila called out to the retreating girl, holding the lunch box. Reluctantly, she carried it towards the elevator.
Connor glanced at her.
“Mr. Connor… Camila raised the lunch box helplessly.
“Throw it away.”
Camila complied.
When the elevator reached her floor, she stepped out and tossed the lunch box into a nearby trash can.
Back at her desk, a secretary came over, smiling conspiratorially. “I heard a beauty brought Mr. Connor breakfast?”
Camila paused, then nodded. News certainly travels fast in the office.
The secretary clicked her tongue. “Bold move, bringing it to the office. Is she Mr. Connor’s new girlfriend?”
Camila just smiled, saying nothing. It was professional not to pry into the CEO’s private matters.
Her colleague touched her nose and wisely returned to her own seat.
Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, Camila saw Connor still looked somewhat weary. She brewed a cup of coffee.
After it was ready, she pushed open the door to Connor’s office. She tiptoed in and gently placed the coffee on his desk
Connor looked up, closing the file in his hand, and took a sip of the coffee. The Future Robot 3.0 has been manufactured. Come with me on a business trip tomorrow moming.“/
Camila nodded, “Are we going to the factory?”
“Yes, be at my place by seven after the workout, and we’ll head out”
“Of course,” Camila smiled.