Chapter 89

Cameron was burning up, so he rolled down the windows to let the cool night breeze wash over him and calm his simmering temper. Just then, the driver asked, "Mr. Dorsey, if you're feeling hot, should I turn on the air conditioning?" Cameron's heated little fantasy was abruptly cut short. Irritated, he snapped, "Just shut up and drive." Outside the car, the fireworks over the river were growing more elaborate and dazzling by the second. Countless woman gasped in awe, their delighted murmurs filling the air. One woman's voice stood out as she said, full of admiration, "If a man ever set off fireworks all night along the river just for me, I'd marry him on the spot." Cameron scoffed in disdain. How shallow. These people had no concept of real romance. He had once gifted Cassandra an asteroid, as eternal as the universe itself. That was love with meaning, not these fleeting bursts of light that faded into nothingness. Just then, his phone rang again. It was Harold. "Mr. Dorsey, Mrs