Chapter 7
It was extremely unusual for a curse to come out of Camille’s mouth.
Camille was as blunt and cold as his handsome, cold exterior, and he rarely raised his voice.
That a curse, came out of his mouth was no different than the sun rising in the west.
‘I was an idiot to believe him.’
Camille regretted, bitterly, that he had trusted Otto.
To have believed that the lowly b*stard had finally come to his senses….
‘There was no plan to begin with. It was just a lie to get out of the situation. I should have known when he said he was going to borrow money from the Sorun estate. I should have just… killed him myself.’
Camille regretted not cutting Otto down sooner, and struggled to contain his boiling anger.
But now it was probably for the best.