Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Let’s go, Camila. Mr. Connor skipped lunch today, and it’s rare for him to suggest dinner,” Alan said.

Camila blinked in surprise. Mr. Connor hadn’t eaten lunch? But she had seen him with a sandwich at noon.

It was just embarrassing. Without supervision, he wouldn’t eat, just like a child.

Eventually, the three of them took the elevator downstairs. Inside the elevator, Alan gave Connor a half–smiling look. Having worked beside Mr. Connor for years, Alan understood him well. He knew Connor had a soft spot for Camila, special attention he didn’t even show to Haylie.

Once they reached the restaurant, they ordered their meals.

Alan glanced at Connor and then turned to Camila, asking, “Did you go on a date today?”

Connor sneaked a quick look at Alan.

“A date?” Camila paused before laughing, “More like a blind date.”

Connor raised an eyebrow and then furrowed it, his expression complex. “Camila, you’re only 24, and your family is already setting you up?”

Camila looked at Alan and nodded with a smile. “Yeah, my mom is quite anxious.”

Alan tilted his head slightly, asking, “How did the blind date go today?”

Connor glanced at her again. Though he seemed easy–going, his presence was imposing, strong enough that even without speaking, he could make one feel pressured.

“It was really just to appease my mom. The guy probably got quite a scare from me,” Camila chuckled.

She quickly added loyally, “Right now, work is my top priority.” Her voice was clear and firm.

Noticing a small smile on Connor’s lips, Camila felt her brown–nosing had been acknowledged, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Alan chuckled, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. “I turned thirty this year, and coming home to an empty house feels lonely. I’m thinking about settling down.”

His words came from the heart. Having grown up in an orphanage, he longed for a family of his own. After graduating, he joined Passos Corporation and later came to work with Connor, working tirelessly all year round with no time to meet women.

“What kind of women do you like? I can ask my mom to keep an eye out for you,” Camila offered.

“Thanks! I like someone warm, considerate…”

As they spoke, the food arrived, and Connor glanced at Alan, tapping on the table. “Let’s eat.”

The next day.

The weather was scorching. Camila brewed a cup of herbal tea and just took a sip to soothe her throat. Then, footsteps approached, and Camila looked up to see Howard, dressed casually, walking in with a smile. “Good morning, Camila.”

Camila paused, as she didn’t have him scheduled for today. “Good morning, Mr. Howard. Are you looking for Mr. Connor?”

“No, I was out playing golf this morning and passed by, so I brought two cups of coffee, one for Mr. Connor and one for you,” Howard said with a smile.

Camila, surprised that Howard had thought to bring her coffee, accepted it with a smile, “Thank you.”

Connor emerged from his office, noticing the coffee in Camila’s hand. His brow furrowed slightly.

Camila looked at him and explained, “Mr. Howard brought you coffee.”

Connor nodded, then turned to Howard. “I apologize. My schedule is packed today. I can’t host you, I’m sorry.”

“Bring me last month’s financial report,” he said to Camila, expressionless.

“Sure.” Camila set down her coffee, accidentally knocking Howard’s car keys off the table. “Sorry about that.” She bent down to pick

them up.

Dressed in a ribbon–tied V–neck blouse and a form–fitting skirt, her slender waistline accentuated her figure as she bent over, catching Howard’s involuntary gaze.