Previously, he had asked as well, and her response was that there was nothing between her and Yale Shaw, but now? What was he witnessing?
Thinking about this, he closed his eyes for a moment, suppressing the anguish in his heart, and suddenly drove the car away from the bustling district.
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Inside a luxurious presidential suite, which was Yale Shaw's designated room, Camila Walker stood in the opulent living room, her complexion ashen and cold, like the color of death.
What she needed to do now was figure out how to deal with this Yale Shaw.
After a little while, Yale Shaw came over holding two glasses of fine red wine, offering her one of them.
Looking at the red wine before her, Camila Walker was far from naive.
She knew better than anyone what kind of man Yale Shaw was.
She shifted her gaze away slightly, making no move to take the wine glass.
Yale Shaw chuckled, his tone laced with mockery, "What's wrong, afraid I've poisoned it?"
