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    Cam picked up her cell phone and headed to the elevator.


    The elevator doors slowly opened, and she stepped inside.


    *Cam, are you heading down?” a colleague, clutching a package, asked with a hint of concern.


    Cam nodded slightly and responded with a smile.


    The elevator began its slow descent. At that moment, Connor emerged from his office and noticed


    Cam’s spot was now empty. He was about to return to his office when he suddenly heard an


    employee’s voice.


    “Mr. Connor, are you looking for Cam?” asked the employee holding the package.


    “Yes,” Connor said, his face expressionless.


    “Mr. Connor, Cam said she was going to the reception because someone was looking for her, and


    that person… seemed a bit intimidating,” the employee said, clearly worried.


    Connor’s expression hardened slightly. “She went down by herself?”


    The colleague nodded, “Yes.”


    Connor’s brow furrowed, and he quickly moved to the elevator, only to find the doors had already


    closed. He immediately pressed the down button, anxiously waiting.


    He nced at the nearby stairs and took long strides, quickly descending the staircase, taking


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    “What are you doing here!” Cam approached the reception desk, her eyes revealing displeasure


    and wariness as she looked at Marc.


    Marc stood there, puffing on a cigarette, his eyes fiercely fixed on her as if he could devour her


    whole.


    “Cam, you really think you’re so clever!” he sneered.


    Cam thought he was here because of the detention issue. Her tone was cold. “Mr. Marc, you


    brought thew down on yourself because of your own illegal actions. If you feel wronged, appeal it,


    but don’t cause a scene here!”


    “How dare you bring up the detention center! You made me end up in jail. You’re gonna pay for it!”


    Marc said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched.


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    The receptionists looked on nervously at the two, concerned for Cam’s safety.


    “Has security not arrived yet? Hurry them up,” one of the receptionists whispered.


    “They said they’re on their way, stuck in the elevator,” another responded.


    “Mr. Marc, are you leaving on your own, or do I need to have security throw you out?” Cam said


    coldly.


    “Is it you who had the supplier push me for payment!” Marc suddenly mmed his hand on the


    desk, startling the receptionists. Several employees who heard the noise also approached the


    reception area.


    Cam was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Marc would suddenly say that. “I don’t


    know what you’re talking about,” she replied calmly, ncing at the gathered employees. She


    decided to take the conversation outside with Marc, ring at him. “Let’s talk


    outside.”


    “What’s wrong? Are you afraid they’ll find out what you did?” Marc shouted loudly to the people


    around. “This woman, Cam, is evil! Shended her own father- me! – in jail and sabotaged my


    business!”


    The colleagues exchanged nces, none speaking, their eyesmunicating as though asking, ‘Is


    that man really Cam’s father? Ls what he’s saying true?


    Cam, suppressing her anger, took a deep breath and looked at the receptionist, softly asking, “Is


    security here yet?”


    They’ll be here any minute! You go ahead, the receptionist said. “Cam, don’t get tangled up with


    him, just go inside.


    Cam decided to end this pointless argument. “Mr. Marc, if you have nothing else, I’m not at your


    disposal. She said coldly, then turned and prepared to leave.