Classic Novel
Chapter 187
Connor returned to his seat, his attention fixated on Camila's progress with her meal. He noticed her lackluster effort, and he mused that the food must not be to her liking.
It was time to ask the chef to switch up the flavors.
Camila looked at her plate, completely lacking appetite, and set down her fork. She stood up and walked out.
Connor massaged his temples and sighed. Just then, a notification popped up, and he opened the message.
Logan: [The necklace is ready. I'll be at your office around 2 PM.]
He glanced at Camila and replied. [Bring a milkshake and a slice of cheesecake for Camila. Just say you picked it up on your way.]
Logan stared at the chat, a smirk unwittingly forming on his lips.
Damn!
He, the CEO of the Weiss Corporation, was reduced to delivering takeout.
They say, choose your friends wisely...
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Camila quietly washed her lunchbox, then entered the break room to make herself a cup of coffee. She returned to her desk, lifted the coffee, and took a sip. It was bitter.
As lunch break ended, the office lights brightened. Camila took a deep breath and dove into her work, processing emails and documents.
At that moment, Logan stepped out of the elevator, spotted Camila immediately, and waved with a smile. "Good afternoon, Camila."
She looked up, stood, and responded, "Mr. Logan, good afternoon."
Logan approached her desk. He set a paper bag on her desk while glancing at Connor's office, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"This is for you," Logan said softly. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.
Camila was puzzled and opened the bag to find a milkshake and cheesecake. "Mr. Logan, this is?"
"Just picked it up on my way," he whispered, covering his face slightly. "No share for your boss."
"Thank you, Mr. Logan," Camila said with a smile.
Logan nodded with a smile. "Is Connor inside?"
"Yes," Camila replied.
"I'll head in then. Enjoy your snack."
With that, Logan walked toward Connor’s office and pushed the door open. He entered and announced, "Mission accomplished!"
Connor looked up with a pleased smile, "Thanks."
"Why not tell her you got the stuff?" Logan casually flopped onto the couch, hands resting leisurely on the armrests, curiously probing.
Connor sighed softly, a tone of helplessness in his voice. "I can’t figure it out. She’s been particularly cold to me today." He furrowed his brow, puzzled by her behavior.
After a brief silence, he suddenly remembered something. His gaze sharpened as he turned to Logan. "Where’s the necklace?"
Logan’s face broke into a smug smile, and he pulled out a small, elegant box from his suit pocket. "Here, this is what you asked for."
Connor strode over, took the box, and opened it. He nodded in satisfaction, carefully lifting the necklace and examining it closely.
"Thank you, it’s beautiful."
“Well, of course. I designed it.” Logan raised an eyebrow proudly.
"How much? I’ll transfer it to you," Connor took out his phone.
Logan pressed his hand down on the phone, shaking his head with a laugh. "No need for that. I’m glad to help."
"What help?" Connor asked.
Logan just chuckled meaningfully, not answering directly, "Figure it out yourself."
He then sighed.
'So oblivious. How long will it be before Camila finally calls me her brother-in-law?'
Connor returned to his desk and pressed the intercom. "Please come in for a moment."