Chapter 47 Agnes is Jealous Again
Camile’s silver needle glided through the black fabric like a nimble fish swimming through water.
Needlework required meticulous technique–stitches had to be precise, even, and seamlessly integrated with the fabric.
As she worked, each movement of her fingers was measured and steady.
The silk thread intertwined smoothly, layer by layer, gradually forming the delicate outline of a rose.
The petals overlapped naturally, looking almost lifelike. At the heart of the bloom, a touch of gold thread shimmered subtly under the light, as if tiny dewdrops had settled upon the flower at dawn, bringing it to life,
Finally, Camila secured the last stitch and carefully examined her work. Satisfied, she handed the suit jacket to the man.
He took it eagerly, eyes widening in astonishment the moment he saw the embroidery. His lips parted slightly in awe. “This. This is incredible” he gasped. “This isn’t just a repair–it’s an enhancement! A masterpiecer
The surrounding store employees murmured in admiration, their gazes filled with respect as they looked at Camila,
A faint smile curved Camila’s lips. “As long as you’re satisfied.”
The man nodded fervently, nearly stumbling over his words in excitement. “Thank you! You’ve saved me a huge trouble! 1- don’t even know how to repay you. Just name your price!”
Camila waved a hand dismissively. “No need. It was just a small favor. Consider it a way to balance my luck–I’ve been dealing with too much bad karma lately.”
After expressing his heartfelt gratitude once more, the man hurriedly left.
By the time Camila stepped out of the store, the streetlights were already casting a soft glow over the roads, illuminating the evening with a warm radiance.
She hailed a taxi and returned to the Jackson residence, only to find that the family had already left for the auction without
her.
She wasn’t the least bit surprised. If they didn’t care enough to wait for her, she simply wouldn’t go.
Just as she was about to turn back, a car screeched to a stop in front of her. The driver rolled down the window, looking irritated, “Get in. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson told me to take you to the auction.”
Camila remained still, gazing at him impassively. “Get out and open the door for me.”
The driver hesitated, slightly unnerved by the weight of her gaze. But he scoffed nonetheless. “You have hands, don’t you? Open it yourself.”
Camila narrowed her eyes. Even a mere driver dared to give her attitude? Clearly, the Jackson family had been fostering an environment where their servants believed they could step on her as they pleased.
They really hadn’t figured out the situation yet, had they?
Right now, it wasn’t her who needed them–it was they who needed her.
They were the ones desperate for her to marry Mr. Campbell for the sake of the Jackson Group’s interests. And yet, they still thought they could treat her like a pushover?
Camila wasn’t one to tolerate such disrespect. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked straight back into
the house.
The driver panicked. ‘Mr. and Mrs. Jackson have made it very clear: no matter what, I have to deliver Camila to the auction.’ And now, just because he had given her a little attitude, she was refusing to go?
He quickly scrambled out of the car and rushed after her. His arrogance vanished, replaced by an eager smile. “Miss Camila, come on now, what are you doing? Mr. and Mrs. Jackson are waiting for you at the auction! If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late!”
Camila sat comfortably on the sofa, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She sipped it slowly, not even sparing him a glance. The driver was sweating now. He practically begged her, using every possible sweet word he could think of. Only then did Camila finally look up. “A driver should know his place. If something isn’t your concern, don’t act like: “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right…” The driver swallowed his frustration and nodded quickly it was my mistake. B. we really need to leave now.”
Camila took her time finishing her coffee. By th auction was beginning.
Successfully unlocked!
it was already 8:00 PM–exactly when the
The driver was nearly in tears from anxiety. He deeply regretted his earlier arrogance.
Another thirty minutes passed before Camila finally stretched lazily and stood up. “Alright,” she said, “let’s go.”
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Belinda equal analous, was fidgeting nonstop “Arthur, do you have Carrilla’s number? Call her, quick!”
would I have her number? You don17”
I’d have called her already” Belinda stomped her foot in frustration. We told her how important tonight was!
How could she be so responsible?
anched his jaw. “That damn brat is doing this on purpose.*
Sang beside them, Harry frowned and pulled out his phone. Tll call the driver.”
As soon as the line connected, he barked into the phone, “Why isn’t Camila here yet?”
“We just left the house, the driver responded, sounding hesitant.
Harry’s temper flared instantly. “What? The auction started at eight! It’s nearly 8:30! And you’re telling me you just left?*
The driver started to explain, but Harry had already lost patience. “I don’t care how you do it–just get her here before the auction ends” With that, he hung up.
While the rest of the family was consumed with irritation, Agnes had her attention fixed on a particular man, the heir of the Campbell family.
She had heard the rumors–that he was impotent, cruel, and utterly unstable. Supposedly, he delighted in torturing women. in her mind, she had expected him to look sinister, perhaps even hideous. But the moment she laid eyes on him, she was stunned. The man was breathtaking.
His chiseled features were practically sculpted to perfection. His deep–set eyes, sharp jawline, and regal demeanor all exuded an air of untouchable nobility.
She thought, Is this really the same man the rumors spoke of?‘
Agnes couldn’t tear her gaze away. For the first time, she felt uneasy about Camila’s engagement.
Camilla, that worthless little pest, was supposed to be beneath her. She should have remained nothing more than an outcast, a joke. So why should she get to marry into Northeville’s most powerful family? Why should she end up with a man even more handsome than her own fiancé, William?
As her gaze drifted lower, she noticed something else–his suit, a masterpiece of craftsmanship.
And embroidered onto the chest was a single, exquisite red rose. That detail alone elevated the suit beyond mere luxury, transforming it into something truly extraordinary.
A man with such impeccable taste–could he really be the monster from the rumors?
Doubt crept into Agnes’s mind.
If the rumors were true, she would gladly watch Camila suffer. But if they weren’t… She couldn’t let Camila have this.
Determined, Agnes picked up her phone and sent a message to the driver.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. Camila sat with her eyes closed, resting. A shadow flickered across the driver’s gaze.
