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    Connor took a drag of his cigarette, his expression unreadable in the dim light.


    “But if you think I can be of any help in your work, and you haven’t found someone to rece me,


    I’m ready to give it my all until the end, Cam continued.


    “You’ve said it all.”


    Cam gave a sheepish smile, waiting quietly for him to speak.


    Connor stubbed out his cigarette and said indifferently, “Don’t bete tomorrow.”


    “Good night, Mr. Connor,” Cam responded with a nod.


    Connor’s lips curved slightly upwards as he returned to his study with a poker face and said, “You


    may continue.”


    “How did it go?” Erica asked anxiously.


    “It was him.”


    Erica looked at Cam in disbelief. “He went that far?”


    Cam nodded, “He must have spent millions to settle the matter, but Connor doesn’t want Tucker


    to have an easy life.”


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    Erica was stunned, “Wow! A few million? Well, that’s a lifetime of ease. Speaking of which, do you


    think your boss might actually like you?”


    Cam rolled her eyes, “You’ve been reading too many novels?”


    “The self–made wealthy are less traditional about marriage. Connor fits the bill of tall, rich, and


    handsome. Marrying him wouldn’t be a loss for you.”


    “You are getting more and more absurd. Tall, rich, and handsome has nothing to do with me. I’m just


    happy with the high sry he pays.”


    The next day, Cam arrived on time at Cedarhill Estate, made coffee as usual, and went to wake


    Connor up.


    At the breakfast table, David had already served their breakfast. Cam took a sip of milk and bit


    into a pancake, suddenly feeling queasy.


    “Oh…” She couldn’t control the nausea.


    Connor and David watched her intently. Cam, embarrassed, said, “Excuse me…” and covered


    her mouth as she rushed to the bathroom, hugging the toilet as she vomited uncontrobly, tears


    streaming down her face.


    After a while, she walked out of the bathroom. Both sets of eyes were still fixed on her.


    “Cam, are you feeling alright?” David asked.


    Cam quickly waved her hand, not admitting to the onion in the pancake, “It’s nothing, just a


    sensitive stomach.”


    Connor pursed his lips, his anxiety apparent. He nced at Cam, his expression turning dark and


    unreadable.


    “Let’s go.”


    “Mr. Connor, you haven’t eaten anything…” David began.


    I’m not hungry.”


    Connor grabbed a set of car keys from the cab and pulled Cam by the arm towards the


    elevator. “Get in the car.”


    Connor pressed the lock on the Bentley, leaving Cam and the driver baffled.


    “We’re going somewhere. You don’t need to follow,” Connor told the driver.


    Cam hurriedly followed, buckling her seatbelt, and turned to stare at Connor in the driving seat,


    whose handsome face was filled with


    worries.


    The car quickly left the parking lot, not heading towards the office.


    “Mr. Connor, where are we going?”


    “To the hospital.”


    “The hospital?” Cam was puzzled./Mr. Connor, are you feeling unwell?”


    “It’s not me. It’s you,” Connor said tly without turning his head..


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    “Me? I’m fine. Cam nced at herself.


    At the traffic light, Connor gently applied the brakes and turned to look at Cam’s stomach.