Chapter 178 Splattered With Cake
Chapter 178 Splattered With Cake
George’s lips curled into a sly, almost predatory smile as he pulled Camila even closer. Leaning in, he whispered, “Camila, after all these years, you’re still as captivating as ever. Since you’re already here, why rush off? Stay and keep me company, alright?”
His warm breath brushed against the back of her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Goosebumps prickled her skin as a wave of unease washed over her.
Camila struggled with all her might, but George’s grip was like iron. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t break free. Just then, the door to the private room creaked open again, drawing everyone’s attention. A woman in a white dress, her long hair sleek and straight, stood gracefully at the entrance. Her beauty was a mix of innocence and allure, instantly captivating the room.
Her gaze swept across the crowd before finally landing on George and Camila. Her face turned ashen, her eyes blazing with fury and disbelief.
“Patricia,” George called out, a flicker of awkwardness flashing across his face.
But he quickly composed himself, letting go of Camila and stepping toward Patricia with a smile. “You’re finally here. We’ve all been waiting for you.”
Patricia acted as though she hadn’t heard him. Her eyes remained locked on Camila, filled with nothing but disdain.
Ever since Johnny and Daniel had both abandoned her, Patricia had been desperate to find another man to rely on. George was the new social rung she had painstakingly climbed onto.
She had done her research on George. He was just a junior sales manager right now–nothing compared to Daniel, the wealthy heir, or Johnny, the local thug leader.
But George had only recently graduated and was already working as a sales manager at the Campbell Group, one of Laystoland’s top corporations. His future was undoubtedly bright.
On top of that, George was in the middle of a messy divorce with his wife, the spoiled heiress of a prominent family in Sancho. Once the divorce was finalized, George was bound to walk away with a significant fortune from that woman. Being with George now meant she wouldn’t have to worry about hardship. And if George managed to catch Giovani’s eye and secure a promotion, her future would soar to unimaginable heights.
Even if George eventually lost interest in her, Patricia wasn’t concerned. She had a plan. During their relationship, she’d use George to get close to Giovani. With her looks and skills, she believed that winning Giovani’s favor would be easy.
She knew that marrying into a wealthy family might be out of reach, but as long as she could latch onto one and reap some benefits, even the crumbs from their table would be enough to ensure a lifetime of luxury and comfort.
Given her current status, meeting Giovani on her own was as impossible as reaching the stars. Using George as a stepping stone was absolutely essential.
And now, the stepping stone she had so carefully chosen was falling for Camila. Seeing the two of them in such an intimate embrace was more than Patricia could tolerate.
She wouldn’t let her carefully laid plans be ruined by Camila. She was going to make whoever dared to ruin her future pay.
Patricia glared at Camila, her face twisted with fury. “You shameless bitch! Trying to steal my man? Are you asking for trouble?”
Camila quickly realized this woman must be George’s girlfriend and tried to explain. “You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t go after George–he made a move on me first. If you’re his girlfriend, maybe you should keep him in check.”
But Patricia wasn’t having it. To her, Camila was nothing more than a homewrecker, deliberately provoking her, George’s rightful girlfriend.
Blinded by rage, Patricia swung her handbag wildly, smashing it into Camila with all her strength. “You filthy tramp! Let’s see if you dare touch my man again!” she screamed, her voice shrill and venomous.
Camila instinctively raised her arm to block the blows, but the impact still sent sharp pain shooting through her. Hazel, seeing the chaos, rushed forward to shield Camila, but someone grabbed her arm and slammed it down onto the dining table, pinning her in place.
“Stop it! Don’t hit her anymore! Ms. Jackson is engaged–she’d never go after someone like him!” Hazel shouted, her voice trembling with urgency.
Patricia sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. “Engaged? And you’re still after my man? How disgusting can you be? Is your fiancé not enough for you?”
Her insults grew nastier, each word viler than the last. “A cheap slut like you should be out on the streets, letting men line
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up for you.” Her words were so crude they made everyone around cringe.
Camila tried to fight back, but Charlie grabbed her firmly. Earlier, Camila had slapped him six times, and he’d been holding a grudge ever since. Now, seeing her being beaten, he was secretly delighted, his face twisted with smug satisfaction.
He thought to himself, Ungrateful little tramp. I’m loaded. She should be grateful I even noticed her. Camila has no money and is an ex–con. I was giving her a chance, and she dared to act all pure? She deserves this!
With Charlie holding her down, Camila couldn’t move as Patricia’s handbag rained down on her, leaving bloody scratches on her face in no time.
Hazel’s eyes burned with rage. “Ms. Jackson’s fiancé is Mr. Campbell, the CEO of the Campbell Group! If you don’t want to face the consequences, you’d better stop right now!
Patricia froze, and the others were momentarily stunned–not because they were intimidated, but because they thought they had just heard the most ridiculous joke ever.
After a brief pause, the room erupted into deafening laughter, so loud that it felt like the roof might come crashing down.
“If Mr. Campbell is really her fiancé, I’ll eat my hat, someone sneered.
“Mr. Campbell is worth hundreds of billions. Why would he ever look at an ex–convict like you? Do you seriously think you’re some fairy sent down from the heavens?” another mocked.
“Exactly. Take a good look in the mirror and see what kind of trash you really are,” a third one remarked.
Their relentless mockery of Camila continued, the laughter echoing endlessly before finally fading.
George cleared his throat, putting on an exaggerated show of concern. “Come on, we’re all classmates here. Let’s not make a big deal out of this.”
Patricia shot him a sharp look, her voice dripping with accusation. “George, are you into her? Have you been sneaking around with her behind my back?”
George shook his head frantically, his denial almost too eager. “No, absolutely not. How could I possibly like her? I’m just saying this because we’re classmates. If you want to teach her a lesson, go ahead–I won’t stop you.”
Patricia, emboldened by his words, raised her hand to slap Camila, but the woman in the red dress stepped in, blocking Patricia with a sly smile.
“Why bother dirtying your hands? I’ve got some cake here–how about we give her a sweet makeover instead?” the red- dressed woman suggested with a smirk.
“Great idea,” everyone in the room chimed in enthusiastically, their voices filled with malicious glee.
The room turned into a mess. People grabbed the cake from the table and threw it at Camila, laughing meanly. Piece by piece, the cake hit her, covering her from head to toe.
Thick cream smeared across Camila’s face, clogging her eyes, nose, and mouth. She gasped for air, but the suffocating sweetness made it nearly impossible to breathe.
Sticky fruit jam splattered everywhere, staining her once–pristine clothes and tangling her hair into a sticky, chaotic mess. Hazel screamed furiously, her voice shaking with desperation. But in the loud chaos, her screams were lost and couldn’t be heard over the noise.
Her face was pressed against the table, and she couldn’t move. She could only turn her head slightly, watching Camila suffer the humiliation. Hot tears streamed down Hazel’s cheeks and dripped onto the table.
“Stop it! Stop it right now!” Hazel’s voice cracked as she screamed, her desperation echoing in the room. But her pleas were drowned out by the crowd’s mocking laughter and their increasingly frenzied attacks.
“Just look at her. What a mess–this is priceless!” someone sneered.
‘Exactly. She thought she could act all high and mighty. Bet she knows her place now,” another chimed in, their tone dripping with malice.
The crowd showed no mercy, pelting cakes at Camila with relentless cruelty.
Camila’s entire body was smeared with frosting and crumbs, not a single clean spot left. She trembled uncontrollably, humiliation and fury churning inside her, threatening to explode.
Suddenly, a deafening bang shattered the chaos as the door burst open, freezing everyone in place. The thunderous noise silenced the room in an instant.
Hazel struggled to lift her head, her tear–filled eyes widening as she recognized the figure standing in the doorway. A spark of hope flickered to life within her.
