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    After his stomach had settled, he finally began to recover. He unbuttoned his shirt and sshed his


    face with cold water to freshen up.


    “Mr. Connor, are you feeling better?” Cam asked.


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    A few secondster, Connor opened the bathroom door, his face still speckled with droplets of


    water.


    Cam pulled out a few tissues from her purse and carefully dabbed his face dry. “Still feeling sick?”


    she asked softly.


    “Much better.”


    Cam unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth, exining, “I know you don’t like


    sweets, but your mouth must be filled with the bitter taste of alcohol. Although it won’t sober you up.


    I’ll make your mouth feel a bit better.”


    Connor held the candy in his mouth, leaning weakly against the wall.


    The orange vor slowly spread through his mouth, mingling with his saliva before he swallowed.


    “Too sweet, he muttered, his brow furrowing slightly in difort.


    Seeing his docile demeanor, Cam couldn’t help but smile.


    “What’s so funny?” Connor asked, slightly annoyed.


    “Why don’t


    you like sweets?”


    “They’re just too cloying and disgusting.”


    “Didn’t you


    “No”


    eat candy as a


    a child?”


    They stood chatting by the bathroom door until the candy hadpletely dissolved in Connor’s


    mouth.


    Retuming to the hall, Cam was shocked by the scene before them. The vi had been invaded by


    a bevy of scantily d women.


    Everywhere, there were embraces, kisses, and more explicit actions taking ce unabashedly in


    the presence of others. Some men had already disappeared, likely into one of the bedrooms.


    It was a real eye opener to the decadent world of the wealthy.


    “You two disappeared for so long, finally decided to show up?” Seeing they emerged together


    Logan teased.


    Connor shot him a re


    Logan leaned in and whispered, “I tried to get the property managementpany to terminate the


    supermarket contract, but Pam rejected it. She must have checked up on it‘


    The Weiss family was a major shareholder in Passos Corporation, and had more authority than


    Connor, who was not employed by thepany.


    Connor frowned. “Have the driver take her home,” Connor said sternly.


    Cam paused, puzzled by what Logan might have whispered, and why Connor chose not to leave.


    The scene around her was hard to


    ignore


    She smiled and said, “Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Logan. I won’t disturb you any longer.”


    Before leaving, she nced once more at the various intimate acts around the sofa area, feeling a


    bit stifled.


    Connor said, “I’ll walk you out”


    Logan added, “Together.”


    The two men escorted Cam out of the vi, Connor specifically instructing the driver to drive


    safely. “Text me when you get home.” “Will do Cam managed a strained smile.


    “All men are the same. You got your fair share of girls and still pretend to care about me?” Cam


    thought to herself.


    “Mr. Connor, Mr. Logan, good night,” she said as she got into the car, which slowly drove away from


    the vi. Connor stood under the porch, lighting a cigarette.


    Logan continued. “Pam found out about the police station issue and rejected the termination


    using the excuse that the contract hadn’t expired and that re–tendering would cost. She doesn’t


    want you interfering with Passos Corporation.”


    “Also, I heard Haylie’s back in town.”


    Connor smoked silently, expressionless.


    “As your friend, I advise you to think about your feelings for her–are they guilt, gratitude, or


    something more.” Logan said earnestly.