Chapter 3

Melanie showed up at an astonishing speed.

Before long, the storage room door was abruptly pushed open from outside.

Melanie rushed in with two bodyguards.

When she saw the blood at the corner of my mouth, my disheveled clothes, and me curled up on the floor, she was horrified.

She quickly stepped forward to help me up.

I shook my head, signaling her not to speak. When Yasmin saw the bodyguards, her expression changed, but she still tried to act tough: "Who are you people? This is company business—you need to leave!"

Melanie ignored her completely, helping me walk out with the bodyguards surrounding us.

"Stop! Who do you think you are?" Yasmin tried to block us but backed off when Melanie's bodyguard gave her a death stare.

Enduring severe pain, I limped out of that disgusting place with Melanie's support.

When we got to the entrance, I thanked Melanie: "Thanks."

She looked worried: "What the hell happened? How did this happen?"

I laughed bitterly, wincing at the pain in my lip: "Cameron found himself quite a girlfriend. I need to have a talk with him."

I took out my phone and called the Executive Vice President who actually runs the design company.

I'd placed him there to keep an eye on my brother, and he was extremely loyal to me.

He answered right away, and I got straight to the point, my voice cold.

"You have ten minutes to fire a receptionist named Yasmin Perez."

"Otherwise, the White family will pull all funding and support from the company—every last cent."

The Executive VP on the other end panicked as soon as he heard my voice.

He must have noticed the strain in my voice because he agreed immediately, too afraid to ask questions.

I hung up and told Melanie: "Take me to South Hills Manor."

In the car, I gritted through the pain and made another call from a different phone.

"Victor, get your team to Cameron White's villa. Now. Right away."

When we arrived at South Hills Manor, my private doctor treated my injuries immediately.

After being patched up, the anger inside me only grew stronger—like adding fuel to a fire.

I needed answers.

I needed Cameron White to explain himself in person.

My team tracked him down—he was throwing a party at his villa. I had the driver take me there after sending Melanie home to rest.

That villa was another gift from me, by the way.

When I got there, though, all I heard was loud heavy metal music blaring from inside.

And the sound of people partying—clearly having a good time.

He was throwing a party? No wonder he didn't answer my calls earlier.

The front door was slightly open. For some reason, I hesitated before going in.

Then I heard a familiar female voice—she was crying.

It was Yasmin Perez.

She was sobbing to everyone there, painting herself as the victim—claiming some crazy woman had bullied her and gotten her fired for no reason.

"I was just doing my job, not letting some random woman in, and she had her goons beat me up! Then she got me fired for no reason..."

"Cameron, she's out of control—she doesn't care about you at all!"

"She just wants to humiliate me and break us up!"

Inside, Cameron's friends all started agreeing, acting outraged on her behalf.

Cameron pulled her into his arms, comforting her loudly with a voice full of fake concern.

"Don't worry, I won't let her get away with this!"

Then, trying to look tough, he announced to everyone:

"When I find that woman, I'll make her beg for your forgiveness!"

Inside, the rich kids kept egging her on, talking about how they'd make me pay.

"Cameron, just say the word—we'll go find her right now!"

"Yeah! Show her who's boss!"

I'd heard enough. I gave a small signal, and my bodyguard kicked the door open.

The music stopped suddenly, and the laughter died instantly.

Dozens of shocked faces turned toward the door.

"No need to find me. I'm right here. Who wants to teach me a lesson?"