Chapter 349: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 349

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Chapter 349 My Temper Has Improved!

"Stop right there!” Camila’s face turned dark and she suddenly shouted. Zoe turned around and

looked at her aggressively: “Why should I stop? Even if you kneel down and beg me now, I won't

have my dress made here. You think you can fool me just because you had a few days worth of

classes learning how to design

dresses? Do you think this is my first time ordering a customized dress? If you annoy me, I could just

buy this whole store and chase you out!” Camila scoffed angrily. “You ignorant and ungrateful girl! I

designed this flower petal because your breasts are saggy and wouldn't look good if you showed

them off. Besides, showing too much skin would only make you look cheap. You can show off if you

want, but not like that. You should only show off glimpses of your skin and tempt them into desiring

to see more, not showing them everything like you are selling your flesh! Of course, you can't bring

out the elegance in my dress. If you wish to bring yourself down with your cheap and worthless

style, have it your way! You can leave now. The exit is on the left. Good day!” Zoe was so mad she

started cussing. “What are you acting high and mighty for? If you piss me off, I'll make sure you

won't have a shop!” Camila sneered, “Go see a psychiatrist!” Zoe pointed at Camila and started

yelling, “You're the one who needs to go to the psychiatrist! You think you can treat me like this just

because you treated Master Merlin? After all, you are just a dog hired by the Nolan Family. What do

you have to be proud of?”

Camila narrowed her eyes. Was this girl kicked in the head?

Camila walked a few steps forward and grabbed Zoe by her neck. “And who do you think you are?”

With that said, Camila threw her out. Zoe fell into a heap, dazed. She was afraid that someone

would see her, so she got up hurriedly. All she could do was to glare fiercely at the person standing

in front of the window because she didn't dare to walk inside again. She then pointed her fingers at

Olivie as if giving her a warning, then turned around and left.

Camila was really pissed as her good mood was ruined by that crazy b*tch. Sophia looked at Zoe

who was leaving. “Is she not right in the head?” she asked confusedly. “We didn’t even say anything,

so why did she say so many hurtful things?” “She is just spoiled, so she can't accept other people

criticizing her,” Camila replied. “Perfect figure my ass. Someone had probably praised her figure and

she felt so proud about it. Mark my words, she will suffer a lot in the future!” “You are right.” Sophia

agreed. “How is that a perfect figure? Does she think that

everyone is her mom and dad? So spoiled!” Camila held her cheek in her hand, a happy look on her

face. "My temper has really improved these past two years. If this had happened in the past, I would

have beaten her up so bad her parents wouldn't be able to recognize her!” “Love has mellowed you

out!” Sophia teased her. Camila was embarrassed and pretended to be angry as she glared at her.

"Off you go. Get back to work!”

Sophia left, giggling. Right after Sophia left, Camila’s phone rang. She grabbed her phone and

looked at the screen, which was showing Marcus's name. She slid the screen to answer the call. “Hi,

Marcus.” Marcus's clear voice came from the phone. “The kick-off ceremony for “Nine-Tailed Fox

No.7’ will be in one week. You should at least show your face there, right?” “Just do as you like,”

Camila replied lazily. “Camila Brooklyn!” Marcus was so angry he shouted her full name. “Aren’t you

a carefree boss, not needing to care about anything at all?” Camila rolled her eyes. “Didn't I read the

script? I even gave a few constructive comments!”

Marcus scoffed from his end. “You have the cheek to say that? Well, aren't you a diligent boss! You

think you did a great job just because you gave a few comments? Aren't you afraid that I'll make a

loss for the company?” “I'm not,” Camila replied. “I trust you.” Marcus grunted. “Cut the crap. You

must attend the ceremony a week later, or else, you can run your own company!”