Chapter 120
Camila’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at him. “I won’t break up with my boyfriend,” she said firmly.
Howard looked at her, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face. “How do you know if you haven’t tried?”
Camila was flabbergasted. What kind of logic was that?
“Mr. Howard, you really shouldn’t waste your time on me.”
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“How do you know it’s a waste of time? Maybe after we try being together, you’ll realize I’m better suited for you than he is.”
Camila watched Howard, feeling even more helpless. This man seemed completely unable to listen to her, and it was incredibly frustrating.
“I’ll leave the flowers here, so do with them what you will.” Howard’s eyes briefly darkened with a hard–to–detect gloom but quickly masked his emotions. “As for you, I won’t give up.”
With that, Howard waved his hand and left.
Camila watched Howard’s retreating figure, feeling a surge of inexplicable irritation. As his figure disappeared at the elevator, she turned around and, without hesitation, tossed the bouquet of roses into the trash.
“Ah, Camila, those flowers look so pitiful there.” A colleague remarked, looking at the roses in the trash can.
Camila chuckled lightly, “Since you feel sorry for them, you take them home.”
Her colleague paused, then laughed, “You know, Mr. Howard is quite impressive, owning a fortune at such a young age.”
Camila caught the implication in her words and responded nonchalantly, “Are you suggesting I should consider him?”
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The colleague shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. It just seems like you dismissed him too quickly.”
“If you think he’s so great, you can have him.” Camila frowned slightly, obviously not fond of this topic.
The colleague sighed, “Too bad he doesn’t notice me. If he pursued me, I’d accept in a heartbeat.”
Camila didn’t respond further and returned to her desk to sort through her documents. Within minutes, the entire office knew about Howard’s pursuit of Camila. The 99 roses were quickly claimed and divided by the female staff. Red roses were spread throughout the office.
Camila was in the bathroom and was about to open the door. She heard the click–clack of high heels outside.
“Camila is quite pretty but comes from a modest background, and her education isn’t impressive. She’s lucky to have gotten into this company.”
“I’ve seen many girls like her, who always want more than they have and are never satisfied.”
“Maybe she’s just playing hard to get with Mr. Howard–such a schemer!”
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Camila’s hand paused. She hadn’t expected to hear gossip about herself, even in the restroom. She walked out, facing the two talking colleagues who immediately shut up, though their disdain and mockery were poorly concealed.
Camila watched them, her gaze icy. “If you have any complaints or comments, feel free to discuss them with me directly. There’s no need to talk behind my back.”
The two women were momentarily speechless.
“Nothing to say now?” Camila scoffed, giving them a glance. She turned to wash her hands at the sink.
The two women exchanged looks and quickly left the restroom.
Camila irritably turned off the tap.
When Connor arrived, the receptionist immediately stood up. “Mr. Connor.”
Connor acknowledged her and took the elevator upstairs, the sight of scattered red roses visible through the glass elevator.