Chapter 177 Camila Finds Him Disgusting
The woman in the red dress wore a smug smile, acting as if the birthday cake was a trophy she rightfully deserved. With a fake air of generosity, she said, “Be sure to thank your manager for me.”
The waitress, maintaining a professional and sweet smile, softly replied, “No need to thank us; it’s all part of the service.” With that, she turned and gracefully pushed the empty cart out of the private room.
As the door to the private room closed again, everyone cast envious glances at the woman in the red dress.
Once the compliments subsided, Charlie, still fuming from the earlier slap, had his face twisted in rage, the fat on his cheeks trembling with anger.
In a fit of fury, he grabbed a plate from the table and hurled it at Camila’s head, shouting, “You ungrateful bitch! How dare you slap me? I’ll make you regret it!”
Camila reacted quickly, grabbing a fork from the table to defend herself.
But before she could retaliate, Hazel stepped in and shielded her. With a loud crack, the plate smashed against Hazel’s head, shattering into pieces.
“Hazel!” Camila cried out in alarm.
“Ms. Jackson, I’m fine. Just go find Mr. Campbell,” Hazel said, gritting her teeth through the pain.
The people present burst into laughter again.
“Do you even know who Mr. Campbell is? He’s a top elite in Laystoland. He came to Sancho six months ago, spent billions in Eastville, and now he’s the richest guy in town. And you? You think you could get close to him?”
“If you’re that desperate to meet Mr. Campbell, there’s a way. Once George gets here, you can grovel at his feet. Who knows? If he’s in a good mood, he might let you sneak a peek at Mr. Campbell from a distance.”
“Please, George wouldn’t even waste a glance on someone like her.”
“And what kind of person wouldn’t I waste a glance on?” a voice suddenly interrupted, smooth and self–assured. The door to the private room swung open. George Jensen, in a white checkered suit, strolled in, exuding confidence.
Back in high school, George had been the heartthrob of their class. His sharp features and striking looks had always set him apart, making him more attractive than most of the men in the room.
But time had stripped away the charm of his youthful arrogance from five years ago. The boyish glint in his eyes had faded, replaced by a calculating sharpness–the gaze of someone who thrived on minor victories.
“George, you’re finally here!” The crowd swarmed him like he was some kind of king, showering him with over–the–top flattery and praise.
“You’re all too kind,” George said, trying to sound humble, but the proud look on his face betrayed him–his chin was raised high.
“George, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting forever,” someone called out.
George smirked and said, “I was just talking business with Mr. Campbell.”
That was only half true. He’d been near Giovani, but calling it a business discussion was a stretch–he was just doing menial tasks like making coffee.
He’d heard Giovani was at the Reagon Hotel today, so he shamelessly went to see him. Giovani, busy preparing to discuss the Eastville project, barely glanced at George before sending him away.
Originally, George planned to head to Room 107, which he had reserved. But on the way, he ran into a waitress pushing an empty cart.
“Have my guests arrived yet?” he asked casually.
The waitress smiled politely. “Sir, are your friends a group of people in their twenties, including Ms. Clark?”
George nodded. “Yes, that’s them.”
“Sir, your friends are already in Room 101,” she informed him.
George blinked in confusion. ‘Room 101? But I booked Room 107,‘ he thought.
“Wasn’t it supposed to be Room 107?” he aske
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indy have already been seated there.”
The waitress explained, “Sir, Mr. Campbell rese.
George felt flattered. ‘Mr. Campbell reserved the super VIP room for me? I can’t believe it. I thought Mr. Campbell barely remembered who I was, he thought to himself.
Without a second thought, George happily went to Room 101 and, sure enough, saw his classmates.
Chapter 177 Camila Finds Him Disgusting
As the crowd showered him with praise, George felt like he was on top of the world, basking in the attention and flattery “Alright, since everyone’s here, let’s sit down, he said, and the group immediately took their seats.
The moment George sat down, his gaze locked onto Camila like a predator eyeing its prey
Back in high school, Camila had been the girl he could only dream of. But no matter how hard he tried to win her over, she remained untouchable, an enigma he could never solve.
People always said that the unattainable were the most desirable. Although he was married, it didn’t stop him from seeking his thrills elsewhere.
In fact, he was already plotting to divorce his wife, strip her of every penny, and leave her with nothing. Once he had her money, he could indulge in any woman he wanted, without a care in the world.
His eyes scanned Camila with blatant desire, taking in every detail of her features. She was even more breathtaking now than she had been in high school, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
He marveled at how his tastes hadn’t changed one bit over the years–he was still drawn to women like Camila, the kind who seemed just out of reach.
He couldn’t help but feel some regret. Desperate to climb the social ladder, George had tied himself to a wealthy woman. She was nothing but a fat cow, and every night with her felt like torture. Sleeping next to her was unbearable for him. George’s blatant, lust–filled gaze was impossible to miss, drawing knowing glances and sneers from everyone in the room. “Camila, crashing the party, huh? You’re exactly here to rekindle your old flame with George, right? Come and say hello, someone mocked.
Camila’s stomach churned under George’s lecherous stare. It was as if his eyes were peeling away her clothes, leaving her feeling exposed and repulsed.
Camila frowned and asked coldly, “George, are you sure you booked Room 101?”
George raised an eyebrow, his smirk full of confidence. “Of course. I booked it myself; how could I possibly get it wrong?” Camila fell silent, her mind racing. ‘Could Mr. Campbell have made a mistake?‘
No matter what, she didn’t plan to stick around. Grabbing Hazel’s hand, she made a beeline for the door, intending to ask Giovani for the answer.
A group of people crowded the doorway, blocking her path. No matter how much she wanted to leave, they wouldn’t budge. “You’re already here, so why rush off?” someone said mockingly.
“Oh, here we go again with the innocent act. You’re so fake. It makes me sick,” another one chimed in.
“Enough already. Keep pretending, and it just gets boring,” someone else added.
As they spoke, someone suddenly shoved Camila hard. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell straight into George’s arms. “See? I told you she came here today just to throw herself at George,” someone sneered.
“Look at her, with all of us watching, and she doesn’t even feel embarrassed. Her shamelessness is off the charts,” another one remarked.
“Back in high school, George chased after her, and she wouldn’t give him the time of day. Now that he’s got money, she’s clinging to him like a parasite. How pathetic can she get?”
“Come on, cut her some slack. If George’s into it, why not have a little fun? She’s practically throwing herself at him–might as well take advantage.”
“Exactly. With a criminal record like hers, finding a decent job must be impossible. Selling her body is probably her best option–easy money while lying down.”
Their words were vile and unbearable. Hazel trembled with rage. “Shut your filthy mouths! Ms. Jackson is nothing like what you’re saying!”
“Ms. Jackson? Why show respect for a lady of the night,” someone jeered.
Camila struggled desperately, trying to break free from George’s grip, but he held her tightly, refusing to let go.
For George, this was the first time holding Camila, and he was overwhelmed by how soft she felt. The faint fragrance on her body was intoxicating, like a drug, stirring a primal desire within him. He couldn’t help but react.
Camila felt his disgusting reaction instantly, and her stomach twisted in knots. A wave of revulsion hit her like a punch to the gut, and she barely held back the urge to retch.
