"Apologies, Grandpa Porter."
Camilla's crescent-moon eyes curved with amusement, though her saccharine voice carried an ironclad resolve.
"I only want Porter Corporation's shares."
That little bitch was demanding the moon!
Sandra clenched her jaw, her body trembling violently—whether from rage or pain was unclear.
"Oh?"
Noticing Sandra's reaction, Camilla cast a languid, sidelong glance her way, her captivating eyes glinting with icy amusement.
"Does Miss Sandra have something to say?"
"N-No,"
Sandra's pupils contracted sharply at the frost in Camilla's gaze.
"Then let's proceed," Camilla's crimson lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
"Don't stop until I say so."
Sandra clenched her teeth and raised her hand again, striking her own face with a sharp slap.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong." ...
Watching Sandra's humiliating display, Tyler's eyes darkened with even deeper disgust.
