Chapter 113

Camila sat quietly in the car, her thoughts drifting back to how gentle Prescott had been to her. Her cheeks flushed slightly as a soft, sweet feeling bloomed in her chest. Paul glanced at her through the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Miss Harrington, there's something I need to talk to you about." Snapped out of her thoughts, Camila looked up and nodded. "Go ahead." The car was moving along a coastal road, and with the tide coming in, seawater was already splashing around the tires, making the road a bit slick. While confident in his driving, Paul still slowed down the vehicle slightly, keeping Camila's safety in mind. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and said seriously, "Look, what I'm about to say might sound a bit harsh, but I've got to be straight with you." Camila straightened in her seat at his tone, already guessing this had something to do with Prescott. And she was right. "Miss Harrington, I really can't agree with you bringing your friend to the estate. Maybe