Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Upon returning to the office, Camila’s eyes unconsciously drifted to the man in the room. Connor was engrossed in his laptop, his attractive features reflecting his intense focus.

Seconds later, Camila shifted her gaze back to her work, focused and determined.

The product launch was set for Friday. The company was preparing to go public, making this launch especially critical. There was no

room for error.

That day, Camila was so busy she barely had time to drink a glass of water. When she finally looked up, it was already six o’clock, and she had dinner plans with Emily at seven.

Soon after, Connor emerged from his office. “Time to head out,” Connor said, standing in front of her with his laptop in hand.

Camila met his gaze, whispering, “I have plans tonight.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased. “What plans?” His tone carried a hint of irritation.

Camila forced a smile and whispered, “I’m having dinner with your mom.”

“Dinner with my mom?” Connor repeated, puzzled.

Camila nodded, explaining, “Yes, we agreed to meet at the ‘Old Charm Bistro.”

Connor seemed surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, “Okay, let’s go together.”

“Together?” Camila blinked in surprise.

“Aren’t you going to pack up?” Connor tapped on her desk.

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Promptly, Camila gathered her things.

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Soon, they arrived at Old Charm Bistro and walked into the restaurant together. She immediately spotted Emily, sitting by the window, gracefully sipping a cup of coffee.

Camila approached, smiling, “Hi, Ms. Emily.”

Emily looked up, and upon seeing Connor, a surprised expression briefly crossed her face. But she quickly regained her composure and said with a laugh, “It’s supposed to be a girls‘ night out, and here you are crashing the party.”

“You chat. I’ll eat,” Connor said, pulling out a chair to sit.

Camila, feeling somewhat awkward, pulled out another chair and sat down.

“Well, thanks to Camila, you’re here with us, so you’re picking up the tab,” Emily joked.

Connor nodded, grabbing the menu.

“Ms. Emily, this is for you,” Camila said, presenting a prepared gift. “It’s nothing expensive, but I hope you like it.

Emily’s face lit up as she took it. “Thank you. It’s the thought that counts.”

She eagerly opened the gift box, pulled out the shawl, and lit up. She draped it over her shoulders and turned to Connor. “Son, look, doesn’t it look nice?”

Connor glanced and responded nonchalantly, “Yeah, it looks good.”

“Camila has great taste,” Emily turned back to Camila with praise. “What brand is this?”

“Mom… Connor glanced at Emily, hinting that asking about the brand was a bit impolite. He knew Camila’s salary couldn’t cover high–end brands.

*Don’t misunderstand me. I’m just asking because my friends will definitely want one when they see how beautiful it is,” Emily explained.

Camila, feeling a bit embarrassed, said, “Ms/Emily, I made it myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

Connor paused, looking at Carnila.

“You made this yourself?” A glint of surprise appeared in Emily’s eyes. “This looks even better than anything I’ve bought in stores. She raised an eyebrow at Connor, seemingly boasting. This is what my future daughter–in–law made by hand, jealous much?” Camila shyly replied, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course, I absolutely adore it!” Emily’s face was full of joy as she closely examined the shawl, “Camila is truly talented.”

Camila smiled awkwardly, feeling both pleased and a bit overwhelmed by the praise.