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Taking a steadying breath, Amelia pressed on. “Since Lucas has lost so many deals due to your actions, it’s only fair you shift the West Coast project into my name so he can recover those losses.”
Sebastian suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes locking onto Amelia with a burning, piercing gaze that made her visibly uncomfortable.
“Weren’t you the one who got engaged to Lucas just a few weeks ago?” His gaze made her squirm. “Are you seriously telling me you have no problem with your fiancé having a girlfriend and chasing after her?”
Amelia’s face flushed with embarrassment. She stiffened in her seat, caught completely off guard by Sebastian’s direct question. Gathering herself quickly, she forced a calm tone.
“Mr. Graves, there’s a complicated situation between Lucas and Emily, but that’s their business to sort out. This isn’t about their relationship. This is about you hurting Lucas physically. Now that you’ve done that, you should repay him by shifting the West Coast project into my name.”
Sebastian’s cold eyes studied her without a flicker of emotion, clearly unmoved by her words.
Across the room, Camila finally straightened, her posture sharp and commanding. She turned her legs toward Amelia, squared her shoulders, and fixed her with the same icy glare Sebastian wore.
“Amelia, it was Sebastian who started the fight with Lucas. But this entire business—the West Coast project and other real estate ventures—was built by Sebastian. These projects were earned fairly. You have no place meddling in multi-billion-dollar deals for Lucas. You have no right to decide what Lucas deserves or what Sebastian owes.”
Amelia’s calm façade cracked at Camila’s words. The woman who had greeted her so kindly just minutes ago was now looking like an ice statue.
A flicker of anger flashed in Amelia’s mind. ‘I thought this old hag would be an easy mark—stupid and kind-hearted enough for me to manipulate and convince her to hand the project to Lucas. But this woman… she’s tougher than I expected. Just moments ago she was kind and warm—what’s changed? Was she just pretending?’
Amelia’s eyes softened as she looked at Camila, her voice dropping to a gentler tone.
“Mrs. Graves, you have to understand—Lucas doesn’t have anyone else to rely on when it comes to his business. I’m helping him as his lead designer. Since Mr. Graves has hurt him, it wouldn’t look good if the news got out that Mr. Graves attacked another businessman inside a bar, don’t you think?”
Camila’s lips curled into a cold, sharp smile, her gaze hardening into something far more dangerous.
“Did you just try to blackmail me with the threat of exposing Sebastian?”
Amelia straightened immediately, caught off guard by Camila’s directness and how quickly she saw through her intentions.
“Mrs. Graves, that’s not what I meant,” Amelia hurried to clarify, her voice slipping into a more defensive tone. “I was just saying if something like that happened, and you compensate, then we could spin it as a misunderstanding.”
Camila’s piercing gaze pinned Amelia down. Amelia’s hand trembled slightly as she bent down to reach for the glass of water on the table.
But before she could touch the glass, Camila’s swift hand shot out, snatching it away and slamming it hard onto the far side of the table—well out of Amelia’s reach.
“I don’t need you to clarify anything for us. We are more than capable of handling our own matters. We don’t bribe anyone to cover up scandals, Miss Jones.” Camila’s voice was hard as she stared Amelia down. “Now, get out of my house.”
Amelia’s anger flared visibly, her eyes burning with indignation. “Mrs. Graves, how dare you speak to me like that? Don’t you—”
Camila didn’t let her finish. She grabbed the glass she’d slammed across the table moments ago, holding it up like a weapon. “Say another word, and I’ll shove this glass in your face.”
Amelia’s eyes flashed with fury. She sprang to her feet. Without looking back, she stormed out of the house.
Unbothered, Camila turned to Sebastian, her expression shifting to one of cautious hope tinged with suspicion. “You told me on the phone about grandkids… Do you really have a girlfriend now?”
“Not a girlfriend,” Sebastian said, watching Camila’s face fall just before she lifted the glass again, ready to hurl it at him.
The glass froze midair as he added, “I have a wife now.”
Camila’s expression shifted instantly—from suspicion to surprise, then blossoming into excitement. “Are you serious?!” Her voice was nearly breathless, alive with joy.
Sebastian pulled out his phone and swiped to a photo, holding the screen out to her.
Camila took the phone eagerly, eyes lighting up as she stared at Emily’s picture. Her shoulders trembled with excitement, and her gaze softened with genuine warmth.
“That’s my wife,” Sebastian said with a confident smirk. “Just wait—soon, you’ll have granddaughters who look just like her.”
“She’s stunning. I haven’t seen anyone so beautiful, even at our gatherings.” Camila's eyes sparkled with happiness. “I can hardly breathe.”
