Chapter 22

I was honestly speechless. Sure enough, a bad workman blamed his tools. Camille was useless, but now it was my fault that she'd embarrassed herself. What twisted logic was that? "Camille! You've got no skills, so how dare you blame Max? If you've got time to throw tantrums, why not use it to learn, read a book, and grow a brain!" Benson turned and snapped at her. At dinner, he'd appeared calm and collected. But once the guests were gone, his patience ran out. As the CEO of a company, Quinn was knowledgeable and eager to learn. But Camille was a good-for-nothing who idled and stirred up drama. A comparison couldn't have made their differences any more obvious, and anyone could tell. Camille snorted and gave me a sharp glare before storming off. "Don't mind her. Come to the study, Max. I need to talk to you," Benson said. I thought we'd talk about work, but as soon as he spoke, I frowned tightly. "Max, you've been single all this time. Have you ever considered settling down?"