Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Horrified, Camille sneaked into the backyard, making sure to avoid the security cameras.

The reason she had gone home in the first place was that she had forgotten to take some important documents with her. Since Christian’s study was on the way to her room, she only intended to pass by, but instead accidentally overheard their conversation.

‘Such bad luck!’ she cursed internally.

Her heart was pounding so loudly that it echoed in her ears. She suddenly felt scared and paranoid, worried that Christian had somehow discovered her and was planning to threaten or blackmail her again.

She shuddered at the thought of what he might do to her father, who was currently being treated at Dr. Colmen’s facility. From her research on the disease, she knew that if the treatment was interrupted or stopped, it would be the patient who suffered.

She couldn’t bear to endanger her father in any way, especially when Christian still had her under his control.

‘But I can’t just ignore that conversation!’

‘I’m pretty sure they were talking about Joanna McGregor’s accident!’

As she walked briskly, her mind raced a mile a minute.

There were no surveillance cameras in the living room or the entrance, but there were cameras in the parking lot and at the gates. He would surely see her entering the house and wonder what she was doing there in the middle of working hours.

She was also certain that a maid had seen her and even greeted her on the way in.

The frisson of alarm grew until it overwhelmed her, like a snake wrapping around her and choking her.

What was she going to do?!

She entered the bathroom and closed the door, barely keeping herself from collapsing.

She was living with a man who was a killer. Right under the same roof.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t physically do it with his bare hands. He was still the one who gave out the orders. He was the one creating the strategies. He was the one holding the power in his hands, like he was playing God.

The thought made her sick to her stomach.

She washed her hands vigorously in the sink, as if trying to scrub invisible blood off her skin. She felt dirty all over, sort of like that time when Christian had forcibly kissed her.

‘Let’s just calm down,’ she told herself. ‘I can’t look frazzled. Not right now! I need to hurry and go back to the company.’

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Christian leaving his office and walking in her direction.

‘Crap!’

She froze for only a brief moment before her survival instincts kicked in, and her expression returned to its usual calm and cold demeanor.

She walked towards him, silently begging her heart to stop pounding so loudly, afraid he might somehow hear it.

He noticed her immediately and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

She looked at him coolly, trying her best not to show the fear in her eyes. “I came because I forgot some documents,” she said simply.

Explaining too much might make her sound suspicious, and she couldn’t afford to have him suspect her.

“Huh.” He gave her a somewhat appraising gaze. “Where did you just come from?”

Her heart skipped a beat, but no emotion showed on her face. “The bathroom. Why?”

“Hm. I see.”

“If you’re done, please excuse me. I need to go to my room.”

She walked past him, holding her breath. Did she manage to evade suspicion?

However, just as she thought she was free, he suddenly said, “Miss Parker.”

She froze.

She stopped in her tracks, but didn’t turn her head. “What is it?” she asked, almost snapping at him. Considering that she was always annoyed with Christian, she figured she could use that to her advantage.

“Your hands,” Christian said, looking at her with a smile. “They’re still wet.”

She looked down at her hands. She had rubbed them so hard at the sink earlier that they still looked a little red. She hadn’t even bothered to dry them with a tissue or rub them on her pants.

She must have been so panicked and nervous that she just wanted to get out of the bathroom, grab the documents, and leave the house as quickly as possible.

“Ah. I must have forgotten to dry them. I’m in a hurry.” She turned her head slightly toward him, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t think it’s any of your business. Please leave me alone with my work.”

With that, she walked away as calmly as she could, though her heart still pounded in her chest.

She could feel the weight of Christian’s gaze boring into her back.

***

When Camille finally got the documents and walked out to her car, she could finally breathe. It had been so hard to keep her composure, especially when she was in the same house as a murderer.

She just thanked her lucky stars that Christian didn’t seem to suspect her too much.

She thought back to the man Christian had been talking to earlier.

When they first started talking, she had peeked in, not knowing what the topic was, and seen the man’s face.

He was tall, about six feet, with bulky muscles but an otherwise slender build. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just an all-black outfit, so she guessed that he couldn’t be one of Christian’s business partners.

As for the man’s appearance, he was a bit intimidating. He had red hair, brown eyes, and a prominent scar on his chin.

The man was sitting in a chair positioned sideways, with Christian seated behind a desk. The man had a stooped posture and looked almost shy, as if he were remorseful about something.

It was then that Camille remembered why the man looked familiar and why his features had come to her so easily.

This man had visited the Callahan Group before. He had asked for Christian, saying that he had an appointment. Camille had checked and then told him to go in.

She remembered his features because of the scar and the cold, somewhat distant expression on his face. When he first spoke to her, he wore a friendly smile, like a polite guest.

But when Camille told him to go inside, the friendly mask immediately slipped, and he became cold and distant, which had made her feel a little wary at the time.

But then again, she had met several types of people in her life. As long as she kept to herself and didn’t stick her nose in other people’s business, she figured that she would be relatively okay.

Now, she wished that she had never peeked in that room in the first place.

What ever made her think that that was a good idea?!