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Chapter 57

Camila’s POV Post

His face darkened. “I don’t appreciate your insinuations, Miss Hart.”

“Insinuations?” I gave a short laugh. “Your family has spent the past few days trying to repair its publ image, and now you’ve arranged a public apology complete with a hidden camera. What am I supposed to think?”

I gestured towards the building behind me. “I thought the Laurent family valued its reputation for integrity is this how you demonstrate it? By staging emotional scenes and hoping the public won’t question what they’re watching?”

Alpha Laurent’s jaw worked, but no immediate answer came.

I took another step towards him. “Vivienne is your heir, isn’t she? Yet here she is, distorting facts, shifting blame, and accusing me of destroying her life when she’s the one who put mine at risk. If she can lie so comfortably about an individual, why should the public accept every claim your company makes without question?”

His eyes narrowed. I pressed on. “Your family sells products and asks people to trust your name. Can you honestly guarantee that everything your company does is above board? That every customer gets exactly what they’ve paid for? That there are no corners cut behind closed doors?”

A murmur spread through the crowd. I wasn’t accusing the Laurent Group of specific wrongdoing. I was pointing out the consequence of the scene they’d chosen to stage. If they wanted to use public opinion as a weapon against me, they had better be prepared for people to scrutinise them in return.

Alpha Laurent looked furious, but the hidden camera had made it difficult for him to dismiss my questions without drawing even more attention to the situation. He had walked into this encounter believing his wealth, influence, and experience would give him control. He hadn’t expected a woman half his age to challenge him so directly in front of an audience.

“Miss Hart,” he said stiffly, “you’ve taken this much further than necessary.”

I laughed in disbelief. “Have I?”

I glanced at Vivienne, then back at him. “Your daughter came to my workplace with a crowd, put on a show, and accused me of persecuting her. You brought her here to make sure there were witnesses. You even arranged for someone to record my reaction. But somehow, I’m the one who’s gone too far?” I shook my head.

“Let me make something clear, Alpha Laurent. Julian Blackwell–means nothing to me. I’ve already rejected him publicly, and I have no interest in reclaiming a man who has chosen someone else. Yet your daughter keeps treating me like I’m desperate to steal her husband.”

Vivienne’s face flushed. “I never-”

“I’m not finished.” My voice remained calm, but she immediately fell silent. “I never pursued your daughter, and I never asked for this ridiculous rivalry. She chose to see me as a threat, and now she’s paying the price for her own actions. Don’t confuse that with me trying to take something from her.”

I turned towards Alpha Laurent once more. “And about the police investigation–your family managed to get Vivienne out of the station, didn’t it? I won’t pretend not to notice how quickly that happened. Your connections must be extraordinary.”

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I let a faint smile touch my lips. “Should we expect the police station to be renamed the Laurent family headquarters next? It would certainly save everyone the trouble of pretending that money and influence don’t matter.”

Someone in the crowd let out a startled laugh. Alpha Laurent’s face turned a deeper shade of red. For the first time since he had approached me, he seemed to have no prepared response.

I handed the miniature camera back to the man who had been carrying it.

“Next time you want to tell a story about me, make sure you have the facts straight. And if you intend to record my reaction, at least have the courage to do it openly.”

Then I turned towards the entrance of Whitmore Group. I’d had a long day, I still had a new home to inspect. and I had no intention of wasting another minute entertaining the Laurent family’s desperate attempt to make me look like the villain.

They could keep their cameras, their staged apologies, and their manufactured tears. I had nothing to hide. had barely reached the entrance when my phone vibrated. A message from Kent appeared on the screen.

Kent: Miss Hart, you should check the trending topics. The video from outside the building is already circulating online.

I stopped walking. Already? I opened the link he had sent me, and the first thing I saw was a video of Vivienne Laurent kneeling in front of me, her face twisted with distress. The caption beneath it claimed that she had publicly apologised to me, only for me to humiliate her in return.

I scrolled down. The comments told a very different story. The footage had captured far more than Vivienne’s staged apology. It showed me discovering the hidden camera, exposing the Laurent family’s intentions, and questioning Alpha Laurent about the spectacle he had arranged. Whoever had uploaded the video had made sure the crucial exchanges were included.

I couldn’t help smiling. So much for their carefully planned performance. The reactions were pouring in, and the public wasn’t nearly as easy to fool as the Laurents had hoped.

“What kind of apology is this? She kneels, then immediately accuses the other woman of ruining her life. That’s not remorse. That’s emotional blackmail.”

Another comment read: “Did you hear what Camila said about the police? Her point was simple: if Vivienne has nothing to hide, why does her family keep trying to control the narrative instead of addressing the evidence?”

I continued scrolling. “Alpha Laurent brought his daughter to stage a public apology and secretly record the reaction. What exactly were they hoping to achieve? Someone needs to take a closer look at the Laurent Group. @MinistryOfSecurity.”

The replies beneath that comment were multiplying by the second.

Some people vowed never to buy from the Laurent Group again. Others demanded an independent investigation into the attempted murder allegations. Even users who had initially sympathised with Vivienne were now questioning why her apology had turned into a public attack against me.

I tapped into another discussion.

“Can we talk about Julian Blackwell? His wife is fighting with his former mate in public, and he is nowhere to be seen. What sort of man leaves two women to deal with the consequences of his own mess?”

Someone responded almost immediately. “Exactly. And from what I’ve read, he’s Gregory Blackwell’s younger son. The entire family seems to have a talent for producing scandals. Camila has already rejected him

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publicly. Why can’t these people leave her alone?”

I raised an eyebrow. The internet had certainly found its appetite for the Blackwell family.

“You’ve gone too far, Camila!” Vivienne sprang to her feet and rushed after me, her face burning with humiliation.

Apparently, kneeling before an audience hadn’t earned her the sympathy she’d expected. I gave her bored look. “Get out of my way. I’m not wasting my time arguing with you.”

Then I turned to Alpha Laurent. “There’s something–I’ve been meaning to ask you. How did you know f leaving the Whitmore Group at this time? Have you been keeping tabs on me?”

His expression stiffened. I tilted my head. “Think carefully before answering. Following someone around without their consent can get you into legal trouble. And considering the camera that’s been recording this entire spectacle, I’m sure you don’t want to create another problem for your family.”

The phones were still pointed at us. Alpha Laurent glanced at the crowd, clearly aware that another careless answer could make an already ugly situation worse. “It was Julian Blackwell,” he finally admitted. “He’d seen you around the building before and told us you were working here. We thought we’d try to speak with you.”

Of course. Julian again. That man had a remarkable talent for bringing trouble into my life even when he wasn’t physically present.

I looked at Vivienne. “Let me make this simple for you. I have no interest in you, your father, or either of your families. Whatever problems exist between you and Julian are yours to resolve.”

Her lips tightened.

“If your husband doesn’t love you the way you want him to, take it up with him. If you don’t trust him, deal with that too. But stop making me responsible for the problems in your marriage. Even if I disappeared tomorrow, you would still have to face whatever is wrong between you two.”

Vivienne bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes burning with resentment. She clearly hated hearing it said aloud, especially in front of so many people. But her humiliation wasn’t my responsibility.

I had no intention of offering her another explanation.

“Keep your apology, Vivienne. I don’t accept it.” With that, I walked away, leaving her and Alpha Laurent to face the cameras and the consequences of their little performance.