Chapter 45

After those threatening words, Harold froze in his seat and stared at Christian with a look of disbelief. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and not a sound escaped his lips.

Camille, on the other hand, was clutching her elbow so tightly that her long sleeves were wrinkled excessively. She looked nervously back and forth between Christian’s cold gaze and Harold’s shocked, frightened expression.

Perhaps the old man had forgotten, but Christian had more power and influence than he did. Even though they worked well together in business matters, there was a clear line that was not to be crossed.

And that was never to offend Christian Callahan no matter what.

“I would like to have a few more words with Mr. Huckington here, so please leave us for a while, Miss Parker,” Christian spoke up calmly.

He didn’t even spare Camille a glance. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Harold, who was currently trembling like a leaf.

“U—Understood, sir,” Camille stammered before hurrying