Chapter 13


    David heard the door close and nced towards the bedroom, catching sight of Cam leaning against the door frame. “Cam,


    howe you’re out so soon?”


    “Mr. Connor’s up.”


    David looked puzzled. Normally, waking Mr. Connor was no easy task. Even Pay had trouble getting him out of bed. It seemed the


    new secretary had a way with him, and David’s fondness for Cam deepened.


    A momentter, Connor, dressed neatly, came to sit at the dining table.


    David unpacked the breakfast he brought, still steaming hot and fragrant, drawing a swallow from Cam,


    “Have you had breakfast?” Connor asked, looking up at her, his tone even.


    Cam hadn’t even had dinner the night before, let alone breakfast, because she was too tired when she got home.


    “Yeah” Cam replied with an unchanging smile.


    Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from her stomach. Her ears turned red in an instant, and she wished she could vanish into thin


    air from embarassment.


    Connor stared at the source of the noise for two seconds, then calmly returned his gaze to his food. “Sit down and eat.”


    “Cam, see if it suits your taste. Let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like, and 111 bring it tomorrow” David said, though


    his eyes lingered on Connor His silence was an agreement.


    Thank you David. I’m not picky.” With that settled, Cam sat down and started on the nutritious porridge David served her.


    David then added scrambled eggs and bacon to her te.


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    “Thank you”


    Cam eyed the chives on the scrambled eggs, internally conflicted. She didn’t eat chives.


    If she ate them? She might just throw up on the spot.


    Could she pick them out? But she had just imed she wasn’t picky


    Ultimately, she decided to pick out the chives. Social death was more dignified than vomiting on the spot. Carefully, she removed


    the chives.


    Both Connor and David watched her. David spoke first, smiling, “I won’t add chives next time.”


    “Thank you. I also don’t eattro or green garlic, Cam smiled awkwardly.


    David paused, thenughed, “Alright, I’ll remember that.”


    Connor huffed and continued with his breakfast.


    Cam muttered to her


    herself about his reaction. Well, it was toote to care now. She casually continued picking out the chives. She couldn’t help but


    nce at Connor asionally, admiring how gracefully he ate. Watching him was quite a delight. After breakfast, they took the


    elevator to the underground garage. The mansion’s garage was brightly lit, with a refined ceiling and elegantly colored walls.


    Luxury cars with consecutive license tes were everywhere. A Rolls–Royce Phantom was parked closest to them. The driver


    immediately got out to open the door upon seeing Connor.


    Cam naturally took the passenger seat. She couldn’t help but marvel. Her best friend, a legitimate rich second–generation,


    drove a car worth just over a million.


    Future Inc. was still in its early stages, and the money Connor earned was hardly enough for such extravagance. This was too


    luxurious! She began to worry about the future of thepany. How long could she keep her job?


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    Once in the car, Connor switched to work mode. Within a short ten–minute drive, he had already made several business calls.


    Back at the office.


    After pouring Connor a cup of coffee, Cam returned to her desk to handle the tasks assigned to her by n.


    A stranger walked straight towards the CEO’s office. Cam stood up and gently stopped him, asking, “Hello, do you have an


    appointment?”