She sat there, in her mother's eyes, there was only Emily Walker. She was like a transparent person.
"Camila." Her expression changed, and Baxter Walker saw it all from the side.
This daughter had always been competitive since childhood and couldn't bear the slightest grievance.
As for his wife, she had only just found Emily again, and for a moment was filled with excitement, unintentionally neglecting Camila.
Hearing her father's voice, Camila turned her head, but had already hidden her displeasure.
"Hmm."
Baxter Walker sighed, thinking of her tampering with the identification results earlier.
"Tell Dad honestly, did you tamper with the first identification result?" Baxter Walker asked, but there was no blame in his tone.
Because he knew his daughter too well.
At his words, the fashion magazine in Camila's hand fell with a clatter.
So, even her father already knew she'd done that?
She lowered her eyes, her face gradually turning cold.
"Yes." She admitted candidly.
