The more he suffers, the happier my brother becos, pursuing Camila even more fervently.
Now that Crystal suddenly appeared at the Ruiz Family, Charles could figure out with just a toe that it was his brother's plan.
But what his brother's goal this ti is, nobody knows.
No matter what it is, as long as he's here, even if it ans death, he won't let his brother harm Camila one bit.
"Charles." Camila's eyes flashed, a cunning glint that no one noticed swept across her big eyes, and then she returned to normal, rushing forward to stop Charles, exclaiming, "Charles, what are you doing?" After speaking, she worriedly seized Crystal away from Charles' grip, shielding her behind herself.
Charles fixed his gaze on her.
"Camila, this person, you cannot take her in. You can shelter anyone, but her, you can't." Charles tried to keep his tone gentle; his coldness was for others, not for Camila, whom he was unwilling to treat coldly.
Though Camila, whom he's watched grow up, is very smart, her heart is sotis too kind, easily used as a tool by others.
He cannot let her take Crystal in.
"Miss Ruiz, sorry for the bother." Crystal's face was even paler, as if her whole body had been sared with white dust, stark white without a hint of blood, looking particularly frightening. Feeling miserable and wronged, even desperate, she tugged her suitcase and turned to leave.
"Crystal… Crystal!" Camila hadn't even managed to hold onto Crystal when she unexpectedly fainted.
Frightening Camila, who cried out, hastily rushing over to support Crystal before she hit the ground.
Rachel Bailey had prepared breakfast and ca out of the kitchen, coincidentally seeing this scene, getting quite startled and hurriedly ran over to help Camila support Crystal back into the Side Hall, while pinching Crystal's philtrum, anwhile instructing Camila, "Camila, call Dr. Cui to have a look."
"Aunt Rachel, she…" Charles wanted to say sothing but received an unpleasant look from Camila, and ultimately said nothing more.
Camila went to make a call.
Crystal, pinched at her philtrum by Rachel Bailey, quickly regained consciousness.
"Crystal, are you okay?" Camila returned after making her call.
She stepped forward to ask with concern.
Rachel Bailey discreetly stepped back, tugged at the sullen-faced Charles beside her, signaling him to follow her outside.
In the hall, Charles said angrily, "Aunt Rachel, that woman is the one my brother loves most. She couldn't have been thrown out; she must be conspiring with him to harm Camila."
Charles detested Crystal intensely.
He loathed won who are ek and cry, letting n mold them without distinguishing between true and false morality.
Rachel Bailey made a silencing motion, speaking quietly, "Relax, Camila knows what she's doing."
I've heard from Jimmy Horne that he and Camila are putting on a show for these people to see, presumably because Jimmy found sothing out and deliberately kept it from everyone else, but inford Camila, thus the conversation.
No matter the act, Rachel Bailey trusts her daughter isn't a fool and believes in Jimmy Horne's capability.
No matter Charles' objections or persuasions, Rachel Bailey and Hansen Ruiz adopted an attitude of letting things happen, which greatly dissatisfied Charles, but this is the Ruiz Family, and he felt helpless.
In the end, Crystal was indeed taken in by Camila at the Ruiz Family.
Black Emperor Group.
"Alright, got it, well done."
Jimmy Horne reclined in the black swivel chair, holding a phone in one hand while fiddling with a pen in the other, his handso face taut, with a sowhat icy expression, his deep eyes emitting a chill; though he was clearly praising soone, there was no warmth in his words.
"Young master, when will you truly take him down?" The other party seed very interested, wanting to take action imdiately to knock soone down.
"Not yet, wait until he thinks he's about to win and then deliver a fatal blow, ensuring he's cast into the depths of hell," Jimmy Horne said coldly, with a ruthless expression.
"Alright, understood," the subordinate replied.
Jimmy Horne hung up the call, resting his arms on the chair arm, swiveling back and forth, and as his face slowly broke into a cold smile, it sent chills down the spine of onlookers.
Grand Court Gardens.
"Damn it, how are you doing things?"
Joseph Colson had received a call, and after hearing whatever was said, got so angry he threw the phone aside, splitting it in two on the floor, lying there pathetically staring at its owner.
Several bodyguards stood behind him, heads down, not daring to utter a word.
They too were unaware of the call's contents that provoked Joseph Colson's rage.
Getting up, Joseph Colson paced around the hall; his face, which originally gave off a ruthless vibe, was now even darker, filled with threat around his brows.
Just now, the Vice President of the consortium and his most competent assistant, who had helped him a lot in the past to successfully seize power over the Colson Consortium, had called him, saying business with the Colson Consortium was unusually bad lately. Secured deals were inexplicably snatched by others, agreed deals faced picky clients requesting returns or compensation, or workers had accidents leading to hefty dical bills. Stocks were unstable, and bad luck seed to cling to the consortium.
Even worse, an unknown party was spreading rumors about the Colson Consortium's impending collapse, causing panic among uninford workers, leading to mass resignations over the past few days, with even so executives quitting.
In the short ti he's been absent, the consortium was left in such a state!
Given such turmoil, could he not be angry?
With his suspicious nature, he even suspects the Vice President is attempting to overthrow him by causing all this havoc. He thinks it prudent to silence the Vice President who knows too much.
Thinking thusly, Joseph Colson acted imdiately.
He whispered a few words to the bodyguard, who promptly departed on the command, leaving Joseph Colson in the hall, still looking vicious.
Having already managed to destroy his biological father, a friend who assisted in eliminating him would be easy to dispose of.
The Colson Consortium is his!
Others' fate, all controlled by him, while his fate, nobody can control!
The current Joseph Colson, devoid of humanity, is all ruthless.
Moreover, he wants Crystal to proceed with the plan imdiately, aiming to marry Camila as soon as possible. This way, even if trouble arises with the Colson Consortium, the Ruiz Family would step in to help for Camila's sake.
On Saturday, a day of rest.
Due to working late last night until about two in the morning, Camila slept late, yet Ivan Horne called her at six in the morning, waking her up.
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