Under the heiress facade

Seeing Camille approach him, Bernard decisively hung up the video call and put away his phone.

She smiled. "Bernie, who were you video chatting with?"

She wore a Chanel classic black and white tweed suit, with her long hair cascading down her back. At the top of her head was a black beret. She appeared elegant and exuded a gentle and charming temperament.

"It's none of your business," Bernard replied coldly. Then, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the corridor.

Sensing his coldness, Camille felt a hint of bitterness.

When he was video chatting just now, his eyes were filled with tenderness. But as soon as she came over, he instantly became indifferent.

She wished Bernard could look at her with such tender eyes as well.

"Wait for me, Bernie." Camille wanted to catch up with Bernard. However, she was wearing high heels and couldn't walk quickly. He had no intention of waiting for her either.

Suddenly, one of her high heels tilted, and she almost fell. She held onto the pillar in time, feeling a stinging pain in her foot.

for me! I

to stop Bernard, but he didn't slow down. He soon walked out of the corridor, disappearing behind the

no choice but to take some time to massage her

end of the corridor. She thought Bernard had returned and looked up excitedly, but

her at Bernard's instruction. It proved that Bernard wasn't so heartless toward her. "Ms. Chime, Mr. Killian asked you to hurry

already dissatisfied when he was asked back for a blind date. He'd be angry if Camille wasted more

d stated, "I accidentally sprained my

asked. He thought it

was speechless for a

be swollen," she explained as she took off one

wearing pantyhose, which made it inconvenient, she would have removed her socks

Camille appeared to be serious,

and wait for

at Bernard's chat box. She heard the woman's voice just now. It was

call and texted her: "I have