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Chapter 56

Camila’s POV Post)

The moment I stepped outside Whitmore Group, a crowd closed in around me. Several people held their phones up, while others watched with undisguised curiosity. I recognised only one face among them Vivienne Laurent.

I stopped walking and met her gaze. “What is it this time, Vivienne?” I asked coolly. “Have you come to fish what you started with my brakes, or have you found a new way to make my life miserable?”

Her face tightened. The jealousy in her eyes was unmistakable, but before she could answer, a well dressed wolf stepped out from the crowd. He looked to be in his mid–forties, wearing an expensive suit and a neatly tied bow tie. His polished appearance and confident manner suggested a man accustomed to getting what he wanted.

“Miss Hart,” he greeted me courteously. “I’m Alpha Laurent, Vivienne’s father.”

I waited. “My daughter has made some unfortunate mistakes,” he continued. “As her father, I take responsibility for helping her put matters right. We’ve come to offer you a formal apology and hope you will consider accepting it.”

He turned towards Vivienne and gestured for her to step forward.

“Go ahead. Apologise.”

Vivienne’s lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, I thought she might refuse outright. Then, with obvious reluctance, she bent forward in an exaggerated bow. “Camila, I’m sorry for everything that’s happened,” she said. “The whole situation has been blown out of proportion. The police investigated, and you know how complicated these things can be. I never intended for you to get hurt. I hope you can forgive me so we can put

this behind us.”

I studied her without responding. Her words sounded rehearsed, and her expression was anything but remorseful. She looked like someone forced to swallow something bitter, not a woman genuinely sorry for what she’d done. Then I glanced at the people surrounding us. Several had their cameras pointed directly at Vivienne and me. Others were whispering, clearly eager to see how this little performance would end.

That was when I understood. Alpha Laurent hadn’t brought his daughter here simply to apologise. He wanted witnesses. If Vivienne could be filmed bowing before me, they could present the footage as proof that she had taken responsibility. If I rejected her apology, they could portray me as a vindictive woman who refused to let an apology settle the matter. Either way, the Laurents stood to benefit.

Vivienne straightened, and the carefully arranged humility on her face began to crack. “Of course, you’re not satisfied,” she said, her voice rising. “You had articles published to ruin my reputation, and now you expect me to humiliate myself in public before you’ll stop?”

I almost laughed. There it was. The real Vivienne, emerging from beneath the mask. “I’ve apologised to you, Camila. What else do you want? Should I get down on my knees? Would that finally make you happy?”

Before anyone could stop her, she dropped to her knees on the pavement. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones lifted higher, eager to capture every second.

“Look at me!” she cried, staring up at me with shining eyes. “I’m on my knees now. Can you please leave me alone? I know you hate me, but how much more do you want to destroy me? Do you want me dead before

you’ll be satisfied?”

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I remained where I was, my arms folded across my chest. Vivienne had apparently decided that an ordinary apology wouldn’t generate enough sympathy. She needed a spectacle, and she was determined to make me the villain in it.

“You’ve attacked me over and over again, and I’ve endured so much because of you!” she continued. “Maybe I made a mistake, but don’t I deserve a chance to make things right? You can’t keep punishing me forever!“, Her voice trembled as she looked around at the onlookers, making sure they were paying attention.

“And all this because of Julian? He’s my husband now! Whatever happened between you two is over. Why can’t you accept that? Is it because he chose me instead of you? Must you destroy my life just because you couldn’t keep him?”

The insults kept coming, each one carefully designed to make her appear desperate and me cruel. I watched her quietly. She had allegedly arranged for my brakes to be tampered with. Now she was kneeling outside my workplace, pretending I was the one threatening her life.

The audacity was almost impressive. Even her father seemed to be losing patience with the scene. His smile had stiffened, and his eyes darted towards the watching crowd. He had wanted a public apology, but Vivienne was turning it into something far messier. Still, he stepped in to protect the performance.

“Miss Hart,” he said, his tone carrying a subtle note of reproach, “you can see that my daughter is trying to make amends. Surely, there’s no need to prolong this unpleasant situation. She’s apologised in front of everyone. I hope you’ll show some understanding.”

I tilted my head. Then a soft laugh escaped me. “I’m prolonging the situation?” My gaze moved from him to his daughter, who remained on her knees, watching me expectantly. “How interesting.”

I took a small step forward, looking directly at Alpha Laurent.

“Your daughter comes to my workplace, surrounds herself with an audience, accuses me of ruining her reputation, insults me, and throws herself onto the ground. Yet somehow, I’m the one making things difficult for her?”

I let the question hang between us. I let Vivienne remain on her knees for a few seconds before continuing. “Did I ask you to kneel?”

She looked up at me, her tearful expression faltering. “From the moment you arrived, I’ve said nothing. You chose to put on this performance yourself, so don’t turn around and blame me for it.”

I glanced at the people watching us. “And since we’re clearing things up, let’s address your latest claims. You’ve been spreading lies about me, and you seem to think kneeling in public magically makes you innocent. It doesn’t. Neither does crying.”

Vivienne’s jaw tightened. “Do you honestly believe everyone here is foolish enough to swallow this act? If you wanted to become an actress, you should have practised a little more.”

A few people in the crowd exchanged amused looks. I wasn’t finished. My attention had shifted to a man standing a short distance away. He had been unusually quiet, holding his phone at an angle that seemed a little too deliberate. I walked straight towards him.

“What’s that?”

The man tried to step back, but I caught the small device clipped to his shirt and pulled it free. A miniature camera. I held it up for everyone to see.

“Interesting. So this apology comes with its own recording equipment.” I turned the device over in my fingers. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Filming someone without their knowledge can land you in legal trouble. If you wanted a production crew, you should have hired one instead of hiding a camera in someone’s clothes.”

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The man stared at me, unable to respond. Behind me, the entire group had gone quiet. Alpha Laurent’s expression changed. The confident smile he’d worn when approaching me had vanished, replaced by a tight, quarded look. He had clearly expected this encounter to unfold very differently. They had come prepared to manufacture a victim. Unfortunately for them, they had underestimated me.

“There’s no camera!” Vivienne protested, scrambling to her feet. “You’re making things up just to humiliate me!

I looked at the device in my hand, then back at her. “Really? Then perhaps you can explain why this man was recording us.”

She opened her mouth but said nothing. I turned to her father.

“Alpha Laurent, perhaps you’d like to address the camera yourself. A moment ago, you told me your daughter was sincerely apologising and asked me to show her some understanding. Would you care to repeat that statement now that we know this little meeting was being recorded?”