Chapter 175: Going after Camilla

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Chapter 175: Going after Camilla "Camilla—" Antonio watched Camilla’s retreating figure as she walked away without hesitation. The gentle expression on his face shattered, replaced by a chilling coldness. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, veins bulging like grotesque earthworms beneath his skin. Was she really denying him even the chance to confess his feelings?! " Where is Camilla going?" "Look at Antonio’s expression—did they just have a fight?" "Weren’t they laughing and chatting just a moment ago? Why the sudden change? I’d love to know what they were talking about." "Whatever it was, it’s none of our business. Let’s just enjoy the drama." Camilla’s abrupt departure drew curious glances from the crowd. People stole glances at Antonio’s unreadable expression, whispering among themselves. Even dr. Robert noticed the tension, his brow furrowing in concern. He thought Antonio was the perfect match in every way—that’s why he’d tried to play matchmaker. Had his good intentions backfired? No. This couldn’t be. No matter what, he had to take this opportunity today to finally tell Camilla all the words he’d kept buried in his heart for so many years! Otherwise, he’d go mad!! Antonio froze in place for several seconds before setting down his glass and striding after Camilla. Just then, a figure suddenly blocked his path. Porter Corporation. "What do you mean by that?" The smile on Tyler’s face faltered slightly, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Not welcoming me?" He casually settled into the leather sofa opposite Sandra, leaning back with practice ease. "Take a good look at yourself," Sandra crossed her legs, her lips curling into a mocking smirk. "and tell me what exactly deserves my welcome." Her agreement to play along with Tyler’s little charade was merely a stepping stone to secure her current position. They both knew it. And she certainly wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of pleasantries. Tyler clenched his jaw imperceptibly, his eyes dark with suppressed displeasure. Yet he knew better than to provoke Sandra now—not when their plans still hinged on her cooperation. Swallowing his anger, he forced a gentle tone. "What was that about earlier? The subordinate you sent off looked downright reluctant." "Reluctant or not, he’ll do as he’s told," Sandra retorted, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she leveled a pointed stare at him. "I don’t coddle people who forget their place." Even Tyler’s famed composure frayed at the edges, his polite facade slipping. "However much you resent this, remember—we’re in this together now," he said, voice tight. "Antagonizing me won’t do you any favors—" "Enough," Sandra cut him off with a sharp frown, her eyes narrowing in irritation. "Spare me the same tired lecture. I’ve heard it a hundred times." She crossed her arms. "Just tell me why you’re really here today." "To take you to the family estate," Tyler gazed at Sandra with profound intensity, his dark eyes unreadable. After a long pause, he finally spoke in a measured tone. "Grandfather wants us to come back to discuss the details of the engagement banquet in a couple of days." Going to the Luther Family estate to plan the engagement. A flicker of icy disdain flashed in Sandra’s eyes. There was a time when this was all she had ever wanted to hear. Of course, back then, those words had to come from Sinclair. Now, hearing them from Tyler only dredged up the humiliation she had suffered at Grandpa Luther’s birthday celebration, filling her with visceral revulsion. "I’m not going," she said coldly, picking up the documents in front of her and flipping through them dismissively. "You can handle it yourself. It’s just a formality anyway—the details don’t matter. Decide whatever you want." On the surface, it was about discussing the details of the engagement banquet. In reality, it was a performance for the elite families of the capital. After all, this high-profile union between two powerful dynasties had countless eyes watching. If Sandra refused to cooperate now, he’d become nothing but a laughingstock. Tyler’s cold, dark eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at her. If he had a choice, he’d strangle this woman right here, right now! Yet the moment Sandra lifted her gaze, his expression smoothed back into neutrality. "I have no objections, of course," he said coolly. "But I wonder if Grandfather and grandpa Porter will tolerate your whims at a time like this." Though the two patriarchs no longer interacted, they would still stand united when it came to preserving their families’ reputations. Damn it! Sandra knew Tyler was right. Her brows furrowed in frustration, her displeasure plain on her face. The pen in her hand pressed down so hard it tore through the paper where she was meant to sign. Tyler didn’t rush her. He simply watched, silent and unmoving. Before long, the two of them got into the car and headed toward the Luther Family’s ancestral home. Several pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows observed their every move. No one knew. A vast net, one that ensnared the entire Porter family, was slowly tightening. The capital, which had just settled into silence, was about to be swept up in a storm. "Dr. Alex" Antonio had no choice but to suppress the urgency in his eyes and stop in his tracks as the old man blocked his path. "What is this about?" Even as he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the graceful figure about to leave the grand hall. Child, trust me. *I’m saving you!* Dr. Alex muttered inwardly. "Antonio," He pulled Antonio back onto the sofa, his face wearing a kindly smile. "There are still a few aspects of the research direction you proposed earlier that I have some doubts about," Dr. Alex’s gaze shifted toward Dr. Robert’s direction. "See, it’s Dr. Robert suggested I come to you for advice." At a time like this, how could he possibly be in the mood for this? A flicker of impatience flashed in Antonio’s eyes, but with so many people around, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. "Ah, so it’s about academic research," he said, forcing a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Now isn’t the best time. How about we discuss it in detail after the gathering?" "Not good enough," Dr. Alex insisted stubbornly, gripping Antonio’s arm like a vise. "Dr. Mega, you don’t understand—I’ve got this quirk. If something’s weighing on my mind, I can’t eat, I can’t drink," he sighed dramatically. "At my age, you’ve got to humor me. Just clear things up now, or I’ll be stuck with this nagging worry." Antonio’s brow furrowed deeply as he shot an exasperated glance toward the hall entrance. With Dr. Alex laying it on so thick, refusing outright would be downright rude. "Fine," he relented, his voice tight. "What did you want to ask?" Dr. Alex nodded with a smile and spoke slowly. Though his expression remained composed, only he knew just how awkward he felt. Pestering a young man in public like this—well, he’d only do it once in his lifetime. Fear of *that person* was one reason. But there was another. He simply couldn’t bear to see a rising star in the medical field like Antonio get dragged down by something like this. Meanwhile. Camilla was about to wash her face in the restroom and call her husband to tell him how much she missed him. But just as she reached the door, she overheard angry, resentful whispers inside. And the subject of gossip? Herself. "You wouldn’t believe it—when I went downstairs earlier, I saw Camilla stepping out of a Mercedes S-Class worth millions!" "Wasn’t she just some orphan raised by her uncle? And didn’t his family go bankrupt not long ago? How could she afford a luxury car like that?" "Come on, isn’t it obvious? She’s clearly being kept by someone."

Chapter 175: Going after Camilla

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