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69: Camilla’s Library (II)
“Because you too have something to lose,” Doris said, her smile too big. Camilla had no doubts the woman loved Alek. But she was uncomfortable discussing poisons, death, and sex with her. “You really like the boy.”
Camilla blushed. “I don’t think so.”
“Don’t worry. He likes you too.”
“Not true.”
She asked him then, and he never replied.
Doris spread her hand around the room with a sneer. “You think he build this for fancy? Mr Mak build it because he like you too.”
Leaning back against the couch, she folded her arms on her chest. “He’s just being nice.”
“You call him Alek, Madam Camilla,” the housekeeper reminded her. Because the man requested it. “Only you call him Alek.”
“That’s what he told me to call him,” Camilla grumbled. “It’s nothin
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