Page 41 of Resolute

“There must be a misunderstanding, Godoy. Clarke is the one who approached me. He mentioned he was interested in buying the vineyard in case you decided not to take your father’s seat.”

Camila’s eyes go wide, and my jaw tenses. I’m so fucking pissed, I wouldn’t be surprised if I crack a molar or two.

“I see,” I say as I release a deep breath.

Camila looks at me and shakes her head—no.

She’s right.

I need to be smarter than Owen. I can’t blow this up.

“Listen, Durán. I’m definitely interested and would like to explore the possibilities this deal could bring. But, as the businessman you are, I’m sure you understand that I prefer not to discuss my ventures before they are finalized.”

“Of course, I won’t say a word to anyone,” he assures me. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

I disconnect the call and smash my fist against my desk.

“Fucking arsehole.”

If I had any doubts after the trip to Chile that my destiny was to take charge of what’s been in my family for generations—which I didn’t—they disappeared the moment I heard my so-called friend was making plans to buy my family’s legacy behind my back.

“Mr. Godoy?” Camila says slowly, which immediately placates me.

“I’m sorry, Camila. It’s just Owen and I have been friends for years. I never thought he would try to do something like this.”

She smiles briefly as she checks something on her tablet. But then, as her eyes catch something on the screen, she freezes, and her smile vanishes.

“What is it?” I ask, suddenly worried.

“Mr. Godoy, I know your friend.” She swallows hard. “And he’s a piece of shit.”

Chapter 12

Camila Flores

“What do you mean, you know him?” Mr. Godoy asks.

The door to his office opens wide, and the man himself materializes in front of me.

“Hey mate, I didn’t see your assistant in her desk and decided to come in,” Owen says as he closes the door.

The moment he turns around and sees me, his face transforms with a wicked grin.

Ugh.

I was hoping he had forgotten about me.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” he says, his smirk still in place as he walks over to me.

“Can someone explain what the fuck is going on?” Mr. Godoy cuts through the tension.

Before I can explain, Owen beats me to it.

“Camie and I used to be a thing,” he says with a wink just to be an arse. “If you know what I mean.”

Ugh.

“What?”

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