Chapter 133: Chapter 133

With bated breath, Camille started the car and drove back to the company.

Her mind was racing a mile a minute. There were so many stuff that she needed to mull over, but she didn’t even know where to start.

For starters, the man and Christian’s conversation kept nagging at her and pricking her conscience.

Was she really going to do nothing? If she chose not to act and allowed the man to leave the country, Michael might never find the real culprit. He might have to take the blame for his sister’s accident and end up behind bars.

Michael, who was innocent and had never done anything wrong. Michael, who always helped her when she needed him.

Michael, who was one of the people that she cared about the most. Michael, who, if he ever found out about her situation, would help her in a heartbeat without hesitation.

Camille stopped the car and parked it to the side to regain her composure. Tears dripped from her face down to her pants as she covered her eyes, crying uncontrollably.

She couldn’t do this anymore. She could no longer be a coward. At this rate, she would never escape Christian’s chains.

If her family ever found out… Even if she had noble intentions to protect them, she knew that they wouldn’t be proud of her for this. They would want her to do what was right.

So Camille texted Michael, and that was the beginning of it all.

She could no longer lie to herself. If Christian retaliated, she would have to fight back, even if it terrified her.

If Camille Parker was a coward, Hailey van Gowen was not.

Hailey would never be like that at all.

***

Now that they had apprehended the red-headed man, it was only a matter of time before he cracked under the pressure of interrogation.

But the question remained whether the man could endure until the end and persevere out of loyalty to his client… or whatever Christian Callahan was to him.

Camille turned off her phone screen and placed it on her desk, trying to steady her breathing. She was still on edge. She put her hands on the keyboard, pretending to look busy, but her mind was elsewhere.

What if the man confessed that it was Christian who had ordered him to do it? Would Christian suspect her and cancel her father’s treatment?

Or worse, what if he ordered a hit on her family as well?

The thought hit her like a bucket of ice-cold water. She froze, her mind spiraling into chaos.

Christian was intelligent, but he couldn’t be that impulsive, could he? If the man talked, Christian would be arrested and interrogated immediately. Maybe.

Also, if he ordered a hit on her family for revenge, it would only make him look more suspicious.

Unless he staged it as an accident and had all evidence erased. He had the power and influence to make it happen.

The thought made her struggle to breathe.

After all, she was dealing with a killer. One of the most powerful men in the city. A billionaire with a massive company and several branches all over the world. His name was renowned in the business world. One word from him, and she could be run over by a car after work.

Her fingers began to tremble.

She had done the right thing, but why was it starting to feel like a terrible decision?

And what if the man refused to talk? What then?

What would happen to Michael? What would become of his fate?

Like Christian, Michael was one of the most powerful and influential men in the city. Granted, the Callahan family had achieved greater heights and accomplishments than the McGregors, but Michael’s status and accolades were impressive in their own right. He was just not as dominant and aggressive as Christian.

Michael didn’t care about acquiring numerous businesses and building branches all over the world. Instead, he worked hard to enhance and improve what he already had. If an analogy were needed, he believed in quality over quantity.

His name was also known worldwide, and his brands and products were extensively used by a significant percentage of the population. This was why the Callahans and the McGregors were rivals, especially since they were in the same business.

And this was why she couldn’t just ask for his help. Pitting the McGregors and the Callahans directly against each other would only result in a catastrophe that no one could control.

Especially when there still wasn’t enough evidence, and when Christian was cunning enough to cover his tracks.

Camille thought about the pieces of evidence she had collected over the years and couldn’t help but feel discouraged. She had gathered quite a bit, but it could still be disproved by Christian if he put in the effort.

She needed irrefutable proof, not just fragments. She needed recordings, testimonies, and connections, but no one wanted to testify, and she didn’t have many connections since she was just a secretary with nothing else to her name.

Thinking about it made her feel stressed again.

Maybe she should have recorded the conversation? She felt so stupid. Or maybe she should have taken a photo.

But if she had done that, what if Christian caught her in the act?

Camille wanted to go home. She couldn’t concentrate. The words on the computer screen started to blur.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain this act. If she slipped, Christian would be at her throat in an instant, and she would be powerless to stop him.

‘What a joke,’ she thought bitterly. ‘To think that this is the man women fawn over every day, wishing that he could be theirs.’

The memory of his forced kiss suddenly resurfaced in her mind, unbidden, and she began to tremble with anger and despair.

‘Fuck him,’ she swore in her head, closing her eyes. ‘I hope he rots in hell.’

‘Noah… I hope you get good news. I hope you clear your name. I hope the stars are on your side.’