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 sprained my

but he didn't slow down. He soon walked out

but to take

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

Bernard wasn't so heartless toward her. "Ms. Chime, Mr. Killian asked you to hurry up and not to waste his time," Douglas

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

accidentally sprained my

thought it was her

was speechless for a

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

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

be serious,

You can't just sit here and wait for it to recover, right? Everyone

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

up the video call and texted her: