Camila Walker, after all, was Baron Stuart's sister-in-law. If anything were to happen, he couldn't bear the blame.
Yet, he dared not offend either party.
"This is the young lady of the Walker Consortium, Camila Walker."
It wasn't until Camila Walker was introduced that Yale Shaw's lips curled into an interested smile once again, as if he couldn't get enough of gazing at her.
Camila Walker was already sensitive to this man, and being so close now made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Hello, Lady Walker." Knowing that she would not return the gesture, Yale Shaw didn't reach out his hand this time, but found the woman before him even more tempting.
The colder she was, the stronger his desire to conquer grew inside him.
Looking at the man before her, Camila Walker's hands were clenched tightly, so much so that she seemed unfazed by the pain of her fingernails digging into her flesh.
Her bright and dark eyes remained fixed on the man before her, motionless.
