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.

me!

down. He

to take some

the other end of the corridor. She thought Bernard had returned and looked

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

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

stated, "I accidentally sprained my

asked. He thought it was her trick to

was speechless

to be swollen," she explained as she took off one

inconvenient, she would have removed her socks to show him that she wasn't

serious, Douglas nodded and responded,

can't just sit here and wait for it

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

the video call and texted her: "I