Chapter 39

Ever since Camille stormed off, I hadn't seen her for days. I had no idea if she was deliberately hiding from me or cooking up a devious plot to undermine me, but it no longer mattered now. I had made it through the bleakest moments. Just a few more days, and I would be able to escape her evil clutches. I browsed through Sophia's Instagram. Her birthday was the coming Sunday. Given how much she helped me, I had to prepare a big, thoughtful gift for her. I had just driven to the biggest business district downtown when my phone suddenly buzzed. I glanced at it and found that it was Camille calling. Having no interest in entertaining her, I hung up on her without any hesitation. She refused to give up and sent me a text instead. "Sunday's my birthday. Max, as a lapdog of the Layton family, you are obliged to show up at the party before 6:00 pm. I expected a grand gift from you as well. Is that clear?" I snickered and shook my head. Who did Camille think she was? My contract would