Chapter 36

When Camila was seeing Prescott off, she happened to spot Bowen hurrying over. She smiled and waved. "Bowen! It's been a while. Had fun abroad?" Bowen, a man in his early thirties, was tall with sharp features. His tailored suit was flawless-total corporate elite vibes. He was Dorian's most trusted assistant. Not just with business, but sometimes even personal matters. So naturally, Camila knew him well. He'd just gotten married recently. Her dad even let him take a whole month off for a honeymoon trip overseas, all expenses covered. Clearly, Dorian valued him a lot. "Good to see you, Camila. The trip was great-big thanks to Mr. Harrington. Oh, right..." Bowen reached into his briefcase and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift, handing it over to her. "She picked it out. Figured you'd like it." Mentioning his wife softened his gaze. "Thanks," Camila replied, smiling curiously and lowering her head to inspect the gift. But before she could open it, a slender hand suddenly snatched it away.