I couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
Did Camille think she could mess me up with a group of bodyguards?
If this wasn’t hilarious, then nothing was.
“Camille, you’ve really outdone yourself, really. Let me hear it, then. How are you going to mess me up?” I sneered as I looked at her.
Camille thought she had me where she wanted. Crossing her arms, she looked at me condescendingly. “Firstly, you’re going back with me to be my lapdog again!
“Secondly, you’ll apologize to me and slap this bitch in front of everyone!”
Sophia laughed and shook her head helplessly, not bothering to bat an eye at Camille. In her eyes, Camille was simply immature. It wasn’t even worth it to get mad at her.
“What if I refuse?” I asked with a grin.
“I’ll break your legs!” Camille smacked the table. Her expression was fierce and ruthless.
“Break my legs, huh? Fine. Here, have at it!” I said as I extended my leg.
I had spent three long years with Camille, and I knew her all too well. She might’ve seemed like a street thug, but I was aware of how capable she actually was.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have resorted to those petty tricks to get under my skin. Instead, she would’ve broken my legs a long time ago. She wouldn’t have had to wait this long.
What was more, Camille also knew that things would get out of hand if she actually did it today. First off, I would never have followed her back if she had done it. I might even press charges against her.
But that wasn’t the ultimatum. Should Benson find out about it, she would definitely get a stern lecture from him.
As expected, Camille’s expression faltered. “D–Do you think I won’t do it?”
Of course, she wouldn’t. She had lived a sheltered life. Bringing along bodyguards wouldn’t change the fact that she was just a cocky, willful heiress.
I wasn’t some clueless rookie who had just gotten out of college. Throughout the years, I faced all kinds of people and dealt with different street thugs. This didn’t scare me at all, but I simply wasn’t interested in handling her anymore.
“Fine. Go right ahead and break my legs, then.” I didn’t even bat an eye at her. Raising the wine glass, I took a leisurely sip.
Chapter 47
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Camille looked at me, and her expression faltered This had to be the first time she saw me behaving this way. She intended to intimidate me and make me her lapdog once more.
Clearly, she hadn’t anticipated that I wouldn’t go along with her. For a moment there, she couldn’t decide what to do. If she hurt me, things would end terribly. If she didn’t, she’d have to live with the moment.
“Do me a favor. If you don’t have the guts to do it, then stop acting like you’re some kind of ruthless badass. We’re all adults here, and I’m done pretending around you.” I shot her an icy look.
“Max Wexler, s–say it again if you dare!” Camille jabbed a finger in my face, clearly infuriated by the way I was speaking to her.
“I’ve given in to your every whim because of the three–year contract I signed with your father. Now that it has expired, I no longer have any ties to Layton Group.
“I’ll be happy as a clam if you could keep your distance. I honestly don’t have time for your childish games.”
Camille shouted at the top of her lungs, “No, I don’t accept it. You can’t leave the Layton family without my permission! You’re my lapdog now and forever!”
Immature as she was, I thought she would listen if I made myself perfectly clear. Regrettably, I had overestimated her.
“Talk to your dad, then,” I said as I pulled out my phone. Camille was Benson’s daughter, and I sure as hell didn’t have the obligation to discipline her for him.
I dialed his number and told him everything that went down.
“I get the picture, Max. Give the phone to
Then, I handed my phone to her.
Camille.”
“Dad, stay out of this. I’m not going to quit until I have taught this muttface a lesson. I will…”
However, Camille’s expression changed in no time. I couldn’t be bothered to guess what Benson told her. Shortly after, she hung up the phone and shot me an awful look.
“Max, you’re really something. You actually got my dad to take your side. But if you think I’ll
let you go, think again. It’s never going to happen!”
Camille smashed my phone on the floor and left in a huff with her bodyguards.
Sophia pursed her lips and grumbled, “You sure know her well.”
The jealousy was laid on so thick that it was impossible to overlook.
