A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 203

"Camila, I remember you saying you had no plans for marriage."

Connor's voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

Camila slightly turned her head away, not letting him see her tear-filled eyes.

"I've changed my mind," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Connor's throat felt as if it was being choked, and he was struggling for air.

"So, is your recent aloofness towards me because you were afraid your boyfriend would misunderstand our relationship?"

He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible.

Camila held back the sourness in her nose, bit her lip, and firmly replied, "Yes."

That single word seemed to use up all her strength.

Connor gave a cold laugh, "Fine, very well..."

His gaze on Camila was chilling even in the hot weather.

He stuffed the necklace he had been clutching into his jeans pocket and walked away.

Bang-

The moment the door closed.

Camila collapsed to the floor, tears uncontrollably streaming down, heavily hitting the carpet.

She forcefully wiped her tears, slowly got up, and walked towards the dressing table, where

the necklace he had given her was.

She hurried to the dressing table, her eyes frantically scanning the surface.

There was no box and no trace of the necklace!

Her heart sank, a bad premonition sweeping over her.

She frantically searched through everything on the table, her palms sweating, her mind in chaos.

The necklace seemed to vanish into thin air!

She knelt on the floor and moved the table and chairs around, searching everywhere.

She turned the entire dressing room inside out, sparing no corner, yet still, the necklace was nowhere to be found.

Her heart raced, her frantic emotions preventing her from thinking clearly.

She felt a desperate pain as if her heart was being torn apart.

At that moment, the makeup artist walked in through the door and saw Camila frantically searching on the floor.

The artist spoke slowly, guilt in her voice, "Ma'am, I'm sorry. I went out to get a box, and when I came back, the necklace was no longer on the table."

Hearing the makeup artist's apology, Camila felt even more panicked and desperate.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes full of terror and helplessness.

"When did this happen?" her voice trembled.

The makeup artist, unsettled by Camila's distraught state, replied, "I'm sorry, I took a call, then realized we needed a box. I went to find one, and when I returned, the necklace was gone." Camila's face turned pale, her gaze hollow as she stared at the makeup artist.

The artist bit her lip, saying, "I can compensate you. I'm really sorry!"

Camila weakly shook her head.

"If only there were cameras in the dressing room..." the artist muttered.

Cameras!

There were none in the dressing room, but there were some in the hallway.

Camila quickly left the dressing room and headed toward the security office.

A glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.

Upon reaching the security office, she explained the situation to the staff and asked to view the hallway footage outside the dressing room.

The staff nodded and started the playback.

Camila watched the screen intently, her palms sweating.

Time seemed to stretch, each second torturous for Camila.

After the makeup artist left, a colleague carrying materials from a ribbon-cutting ceremony entered and quickly left.

After that, it was just Connor and her.

Camila quickly grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she dialed her colleague's number.

"When you brought the materials into the dressing room, did you see a necklace on the dressing table?" she asked urgently, unable to stop her trembling hands.

The colleague paused, recalling, "I was carrying a lot of things and accidentally knocked a few lipsticks off the table. They all fell on the floor, and I picked them up."

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