Chapter 197: Cammy’s Fury (1)
Cammy and Dylan boarded the earliest flight to Arlon City, determined to squeeze every second out of their three-day visit—Dylan had to return to school immediately after, and Cammy...
Cammy was running on fumes. Sleep had evaded her entirely. Between the late-night arrival at her apartment and the bombshell revelations from Richard Cross, her mind hadn’t stopped spinning.
"Miss Cammy Watson?"
The voice sliced through her fog of exhaustion. A young man stood before her in the departure area of the airport, nervously flicking his gaze between his phone and her face, as though unsure which one held the real truth.
Cammy’s brows furrowed. She didn’t know him. "Who are you?" Her voice was calm, but it carried the sharpness of someone who’d had just enough.
"I—uh—my name is Lance. I’m your parents’ new driver. Mrs. Watson sent me to pick you up."
Her expression hardened. "My mother hired a driver?" She laughed under her breath, humorless and sharp-edged. "Interesting. I wonder which imaginary account she’s using to pay your salary."
She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "I texted her to pick us up. Instead, she sends you?"
Lance scratched the back of his head, flashing a sheepish, uncertain smile. "Madam is... with her friends. She asked me to pick her up later tonight."
Cammy exhaled, long and slow. A familiar blend of disappointment and frustration tightened in her chest. But the young man in front of her didn’t deserve her fury—he was just the messenger, collateral in a much larger mess. "Right," she muttered. "And where’s my father?"
"In the penthouse, ma’am. Would you like me to take you there, or...?"