Camille shot me an icy look as she questioned me
“Ms. Layton, you said nothing about assigned seats at your birthday party.” I worked up some patience and explained to her, but all I got in return was her unreserved mockery.
“Assigned seats? Do you think you’re worthy of that, Max?” Camille pointed at the door as she said sarcastically, “Assigned seats are reserved for people with dignity, not lapdogs. No, Max. You deserve to stand. Do it. Stand up now!”
Camille and Kieran’s reckless mocking and sneering sounded particularly grating to my ear. I glanced at her, chuckled, and rose to my feet.
As long as the contract was still in effect, I would not stir up any trouble for the Layton family. Nothing would faze me, even if they insulted and humiliated me in public.
“Attaboy. What a good muttface.”
Yet Camille and Kieran didn’t show any intention of leaving. Rather, they sat next to me and stared at me with sinister grins. I could only guess what sick, twisted plans they were cooking up.
I tried hard to ignore Kieran and quietly waited for the birthday party to commence, but Camille looked at me smugly and barked an order
“Go on and get me a bottle of wine!”
I felt a little displeased and said nonchalantly, “I’m a CEO, not your assistant.”
My words sent her into a fit of laughter. “If you think I’m not aware of the contract you signed with Dad, think again! He ordered you to look after the company and my daily life, and you’re going to do exactly as you were told!
“Getting me liquor is one of the duties you must do to look after me in my daily life. Are you going to disobey?”
What she said sickened me, and I desperately didn’t want to do it. But then, I thought about fulfilling my duty for the last couple of hours, and I yielded.
“What bottle of wine do you want?”
“The most expensive one, obviously. Hurry up and get it now!” Camille’s tone was laced with impatience as she urged me to do her bidding.
I found the service staff and asked for the most expensive bottle of wine. Just as I placed it on the table, I heard her disgruntled berating.
“There are a lot of people here, but you only grabbed a single bottle. How is that supposed to be enough?”
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I asked patiently, “How many bottles do you want, then?”
“Ten cases, and you have to take them here yourself. I don’t trust anyone else to handle it. You hear me?”
A case had 12 bottles of wine. It might not seem like very many, but wine bottles were heavy. I was so tired that my head was covered in sweat, and my back was completely drenched as well. At long last, I was done carrying the cases of wine over. Camille tapped the table gently as she raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
“You’re just clueless, aren’t you? Hurry up and uncork it for me!”
I raised the wine bottle, uncorked it, and poured her a glass.
Someone asked in confusion, “Isn’t Max Layton Group’s CEO? Why is he this obedient?”
The person next to her smacked her lips and said with a sigh, “CEO? He’s just a lapdog to the company!”
Camille was satisfied with what she heard. Raising the glass of wine merrily, she took a sip and shook her head. “It’s nasty. I don’t want it anymore. Take them back.”
Someone covered their mouth and snickered. Their eyes were laced with sympathy as they looked at me.
I fell silent and diligently moved the ten cases of wine back to where they were. The next thing I knew, Camille started pointing at the dessert table on the far end.
“Run along and get me the dessert.”
I frowned, but I asked nonetheless, “How many do you want?”
She smirked and said, “Look at you. You finally got it, huh? I’ll have ten of them first!”
A while later, I returned with a tray of ten desserts, only for Camille to shake her head in disdain.
She smacked her lips and grumbled, “What hideous–looking desserts. Did you deliberately jostle the tray or something? Get back there and grab ten more of those desserts for me!”
This time, however, I didn’t move. I merely looked at Camille calmly, leaving no room for discussion as I spoke. “Ms. Layton, unlike the wine bottles, these desserts aren’t sealed. If I take them back, the others might complain about it.”
“What did you say?”
