Chapter 68
Standing in front of me, Camille crossed her arms and looked down at me from above. Beside her, Kieran wore a mocking sneer.
I honestly had no idea what I’d done to offend him. He had to jump in and stir up trouble in anything that involved me. He seemed to have a screw loose or something
“Oh, you’re here too, Camille? Come join us,” Quinn said and smiled as she invited Camille
over.
“Like hell I’d eat with a muttface. You people are treating my trash like some sort of treasure, huh? You must love being pathetic.” Camille launched straight into insults.
“Ha! So, why are you here today?” Quinn countered smoothly.
Camille’s expression darkened at that. “I–I’m here to humiliate him, obviously!*
As she spoke, she pulled out a document from her bag. “Max, we’re about to seal the deal with Centrise Group. When that happens, the Layton family will monopolize the entire logistics industry in Brinestone!
“I’m giving you one last chance. Sign this, and I shall let you return to Layton Group. Otherwise, prepare to face bankruptcy.”
She was still playing this game and throwing contracts at me. It was honestly disgusting.
“My apologies, but I’d rather go bankrupt than return to your company,” I shot back.
“Ha! Fine. At least you’ve got some spine. I’ll just leave this contract here. You’ll sign it eventually!”
She shot me a cold glare before turning to Quinn. “Enjoy playing with my lapdog, Quinn. Just don’t come crying when he gets tired of running around and comes back begging at my feet.”
With that, she clicked away in her high heels and stormed out. What an absolute lunatic.
“Wow… Talk about childish.” Quinn sipped her wine and shook her head. She smiled bitterly.
I took a deep breath and didn’t bother responding.
After the meal, I headed back to the factory.
Things only got worse over the next few days, culminating in the arrival of bad news.
“Max, the Laytons are making their move,” Sophia said as she handed me a stack of papers.
I took one glance and noticed that those were termination contracts.
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“All of them?” I asked, frowning deeply, my expression dark.
“Every last one. Camille leveraged her partnership with Centrise Group and began to monopolize Brinestone’s logistics.
“Our clients are ditching us for her. She’s offering absurdly low prices.”
“Business is all about profits. We can’t expect loyalty when they’re saving hundreds of thousands of dollars with her,” I muttered.
“But we… can’t match those prices.” Sophia fumed and struggled to hold back her anger.
To be honest, I hadn’t expected things to turn bad this fast. I knew the Laytons would retaliate, but I hadn’t expected them to come so hard at us this soon.
My company was a new start–up, barely a few months old, yet it was already taking hits this heavy.
Camille might be right. At this rate, we might really go bankrupt. As Caleb had said, she might really be something.
“Let’s not discuss it now. I’m heading out for a bit,” Sophia said. She left the termination contracts on my desk and turned to leave. But just as she was walking out, Camille showed up again.
Driving her signature Bentley, she charged right into our factory.
“What a dump. Who sets up a factory out in the middle of nowhere?” she commented in disgust, then turned to me and Sophia, her smile smug.
“Long time no see, Sophia.”
