Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 33 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 33

Chapter 33 

Camila’s POV Post 

The car had barely joined the main road when Kent’s phone vibrated. 

He checked the message. A brief report appeared on the screen. 

IT’S SETTLED. 

Kent put his phone away and glanced at me. “By the way, I had someone deal with Julian 

“Did you kill him?” 

Kent paused, perhaps surprised by how casually I had asked. “No. He’s still alive, 

“That’s a shame.” I faced the window. “Never mind. Some debts are better settled in 

instalments.” 

“I can help you settle every one of them,” he offered. There was still anger in his voice over the way Julian had spoken to me. 

I gave him a faint smile. “Don’t waste your energy on frivolities, Kent. I already wasted five years of my life. That’s more than enough.” 

Kent frowned. “You should have told him who you really are. I would have loved to see his face when he discovered he’d been insulting the Whitmore heiress.” 

“There’s no hurry.” I watched the buildings pass outside. “Julian has a talent for making himself the victim. If he learns the truth now, he’ll find another excuse to hang around me. Let him continue believing whatever he likes.” 

Kent considered my words before nodding. He understood the problem. A man whose pride had been wounded could be unpredictable, especially when he was unwilling to accept that someone had moved on. There was no reason to give Julian another excuse to interfere in my life. Besides, I had more important things to do than spend another minute thinking 

about him. 

By lunchtime, Kent had assembled a list of companies we could approach for potential partnerships. He placed a tablet in front of me as we settled down to review the options. 

“I’ve shortlisted several companies that could support our expansion plans,” he explained. “Their backgrounds, market reach, and potential benefits to Whitmore Group are included. You can go through them and tell me which ones you’d like us to approach.” 

I scrolled through the list, studying each name and its accompanying details. One company caught my attention. “NEXZONE Group.” 

Kent leaned forward slightly. “Yes. They’re a major international player. Their operations extend across several markets, and their growth has been remarkable. However, we’ve never entered into a partnership with them. Until now, we’ve largely regarded them as 

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competitors.” 

tapped the company’s name. “Their CEO is Westers, isn’t he?” 

“That’s the name he’s known by in business circles,” Kent confirmed. “He founded NEXZONE about ten years ago and built it into the corporation it is today. There have also been rumours about where some of his initial capital came from. Nothing conclusively established, but the stories have followed him for years.” 

I continued reading without showing much reaction. “Successful businesses rarely reach the top without making a few enemies along the way.” 

Kent raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem concerned about the rumours.” 

“I’m concerned about results, not gossip.” I set the tablet down briefly. “If we’re going to expand, we need partners with the resources and reach to help us move faster. NEXZONE has both. Whatever people say about Westers, he has built a business worth taking seriously.” 

“And you want to approach him?” 

“Yes. Find out whether he’s open to a collaboration. We don’t have to agree on everything to recognise a good business opportunity.” 

Kent nodded. “Understood. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.” 

“Good. Contact NEXZONE Group and let them know Whitmore Group would like to discuss a possible partnership.” 

“I’ll take care of it.” 

I returned my attention to the tablet, already considering what such an alliance could mean for the company’s future. If the opportunity proved worthwhile, I intended to explore it fully. I had spent enough time dealing with the mistakes of my past. It was time to concentrate on building something of my own. 

I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, watching the city spread beneath me. From this height, the traffic, the crowds, and the endless struggle for success seemed insignificant. Men fought for power every day, yet only a few had what it took to hold on to it. 

I had no patience for incompetence, especially when it came from someone who carried the Blackwell name. 

A knock sounded behind me. 

“Come in.” 

The door opened, and Elis Kain, my executive assistant, entered with a folder in his hand. He approached my desk but waited until I turned from the window before speaking. 

“Sir, I have an update on Julian.” 

I loosened my cuff slightly. “What has he done now?” 

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“He went to Whitmore Group today, hoping to secure a business opportunity. He wasn’t successful. Several of his projects have collapsed following the setbacks we’ve engineered, and he’s now searching for support elsewhere.” 

A faint smile touched my lips. Julian had spent too long believing he could do as he pleased without consequences. He was finally discovering what happened when someone with greater resources decided to stop indulging him.. 

“Let him search,” I said. “Perhaps he’ll learn something from the experience.” 

Elis nodded, then glanced at the folder. “There’s another matter, sir. Whitmore Group has contacted us. They want to arrange a meeting with you to discuss a possible partnership. 

That caught my attention. “Whitmore Group?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

I turned fully towards him. “She-Alpha Amelia Whitmore still running the company?” 

“His granddaughter has reportedly begun taking over the management. She’s the one making some of the recent decisions.” 

I studied Elis for a moment. “Her granddaughter?” 

“Evelyn Whitmore. She’s kept herself out of the public eye for years, so there isn’t much information about her. People in business circles have always been curious about the Whitmore heiress, but she’s rarely made a public appearance. Now she’s stepping into the company.” 

My interest sharpened. The Whitmore heiress. A woman who had remained largely invisible while her family built one of the most established business empires around. The woman her grandmother had suggested I go into a marriage alliance with. And now she was reaching out to me. Interesting. 

I had dealt with enough executives to know that a request for partnership rarely came without a purpose. Whitmore Group was already a formidable company. If Miss Whitmore was taking the initiative to approach NEXZONE Group, she either had ambitious plans or had 

identified something she believed we could offer. 

Either way, I wanted to hear it from her directly. 

“Arrange the meeting,” I said. 

“Certainly, sir. I’ll contact their office and confirm a suitable date.” 

“Do that. And find out what you can about Miss Whitmore plans for Whitmore Group. I want to understand what she’s trying to achieve before we sit down together.” 

“I’ll look into it.” 

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