Chapter 6
Camilla felt utterly ridiculous.
She pulled open a hidden compartment in the wardrobe, revealing her passport, bank cards, two cell phones, and a bulging envelope.
The words Yerinton University on the envelope’s cover pricked at Camilla’s eyes. She glanced at it briefly before quickly averting her gaze.
The contents of that envelope, which she had never sent, were her biggest regret over the years.
Camilla took out one of the cell phones, unlocked it, and opened her contact list. Thankfully, all her contacts were still there.
She dialed her best friend Winifred Templeton’s number.
The phone had barely started ringing when Winifred answered
immediately. Her voice was trembling with excitement. “Camilla? Is that you?”
Before Camilla could say a word, Winifred launched into a tirade on the other end. “I’m warning you. If you’re not Camilla but Charles, and you dare disturb my sleep, I’ll tweet about you tomorrow. My eighty million followers are not to be messed with.”
Camilla laughed, finally feeling the warmth of a long–lost connection. “Winifred, it’s me.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, but Camilla knew Winifred all too well. She moved the phone away from her ear and mentally counted to three.
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Winifred let out a scream. “Camilla, you’re finally awake. I’ve missed you so much. Are you in the hospital or at home? Give me an address, and I’ll rush right over.”
Camilla also longed to see her best friend as soon as possible, but now wasn’t the right time. “Winifred, I can’t see you yet. I need you to do two things for me.”
“Name it. What do you need?” Winifred’s voice was eager and fierce. “I can hire someone to assassinate Charles. How dare he turn you into a vegetable for five years.”
‘What a true friend,‘ Camilla thought to herself. She smiled quietly and got down to business. “Winifred, first, I need you to look into Charles’s secretary, Ophelia. The more details, the better.”
“Sure thing. Over the years you were in a coma, Charles always had Ophelia by his side at every public event. She dressed like his wife every time. I’ve been itching to get back at her,” Winifred said sarcastically.
Camilla fell silent.
In fact, Ophelia had originally been her secretary. When Camilla was pregnant, Charles hired Ophelia as an assistant to ease Camilla’s burden.
Now, it seemed that Charles and Ophelia’s relationship was likely more complicated than it appeared.
“Camilla, what’s the second thing?” Winifred pressed.
Camilla steadied herself. “Tomorrow, I need you to find a few gardeners to come to the villa. I want to dig up all the tulips in the front yard and plant my favorite-”
Yellow roses,” Winifred interrupted.
Camilla was taken aback. “How did you know?”
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Winifred let out a scream. “Camilla, you’re finally awake. I’ve missed you so much. Are you in the hospital or at home? Give me an address, and I’ll rush right over.”
Camilla also longed to see her best friend as soon as possible, but now wasn’t the right time. “Winifred, I can’t see you yet. I need you to do two things for me.”
“Name it. What do you need?” Winifred’s voice was eager and fierce. “I can hire someone to assassinate Charles. How dare he turn you into a vegetable for five years.”
‘What a true friend,‘ Camilla thought to herself. She smiled quietly and got down to business. “Winifred, first, I need you to look into Charles’s secretary, Ophelia. The more details, the better.”
“Sure thing. Over the years you were in a coma, Charles always had Ophelia by his side at every public event. She dressed like his wife every time. I’ve been itching to get back at her,” Winifred said sarcastically.
Camilla fell silent.
In fact, Ophelia had originally been her secretary. When Camilla was pregnant, Charles hired Ophelia as an assistant to ease Camilla’s burden.
Now, it seemed that Charles and Ophelia’s relationship was likely more complicated than it appeared.
“Camilla, what’s the second thing?” Winifred pressed.
Camilla steadied herself. “Tomorrow, I need you to find a few gardeners to come to the villa. I want to dig up all the tulips in the front yard and plant my favorite-”
“Yellow roses,” Winifred interrupted.
Camilla was taken aback. “How did you know?”
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Camilla had loved yellow roses since childhood, but few people knew about it. Later, since Charles was fond of tulips, Camilla had stopped mentioning her preference altogether.
‘How did Winifred, my college roommate, know?‘ Camilla wondered.
Winifred grumbled, “I didn’t expect him to be telling the truth. Your favorite flower really is the yellow rose.”
“Who is he?” Camilla pressed.
Winifred, however, dropped a name that left Camilla utterly astonished. “Benedict told me before.”
Camilla was so shocked that she almost dropped her phone.
She knew Benedict all too well. His face, excessively handsome and striking, was etched into her memory, impossible to forget.
The last time she had seen Benedict was seven years ago, at the airport.
Camilla had received a call from Charles, and at the last moment before boarding, she had turned around without hesitation. Benedict was the only one who had stopped her.
He stood in front of her, his tall and upright figure blocking out the light. The setting sun outside the window shone on his exceptionally handsome face, making his mesmerizing deep eyes seem even colder and more
sinister.
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Benedict was usually indifferent and aloof, always carrying a detached air in his eyes. Camilla had never seen him lose control.
But she remembered that day, his gaze was extremely cold. In the icy depths of his eyes, she could clearly see her own reflection.
She remembered the last words Benedict had said to her. “Camilla, is it “worth it?”
Benedict looked down at her, his beautiful thin lips forming a sharp line.
At that time, Camilla hadn’t given Benedict an answer. Instead, she had walked past him resolutely, never looking back.
But now, Camilla could answer him.
Camilla looked at her pale and gaunt reflection in the mirror and whis- pered to herself in her heart. ‘It’s not worth it. But Benedict, I will clean up the mess I made with my own hands.
On the other side of the night, the neon lights were blazing.
