A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 232

Connor nodded, sipping his coffee. "I'll skip breakfast."

"Mr. Connor, you need to eat something!" David exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked at him.

"Camila, let's go." Connor stood up and addressed Camila.

Camila rose from the couch, glancing at the breakfast table where the food remained untouched. "Mr. Connor, you haven't had your breakfast."

"No breakfast today," Connor said, picking up his suit jacket.

Camila frowned slightly, "Mr. Connor, is the breakfast not to your liking? I can order something to be delivered to your office."

"Look, Camila is upset," David whispered.

Connor paused, then set his jacket down and obediently sat back down. "No need, I'll eat now."

David hung his head, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright." Camila nodded and sat down.

After breakfast, they set off for the office.

Connor was silent for a while, then spoke, "Camila, why did you take the day off yesterday?"

Camila turned her head and replied, "There was a family matter."

Connor wanted to move closer to her, to sit a bit forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned forward instead, asking softly, "What happened? Can I help?"

Camila shook her head. "It's been resolved."

"If there's anything, you can tell me. I can help sort it out."

"Thank you, Mr. Connor." Camila nodded slightly.

Back at the office, Camila went straight to her desk. Having taken the day off, she had a lot of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents, preparing for the upcoming meeting. Soon, the intermediary transferred the payment for the car, eighty thousand dollars. Camila consolidated all her money into her account, adding up to thirty-seven thousand.

Once she transferred the money to a government-designated account, Drew would be released, which could finally resolve the matter.

A call came from the reception desk. "Camila, there's someone here for Mr. Connor."

Camila inquired, "Do they have an appointment?"

The receptionist replied they didn't.

Camila frowned slightly, "Mr. Connor's schedule is fully booked today. Please ask him to make an appointment."

The receptionist, covering the phone, whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might want to come down and see."

Camila hung up the phone and headed downstairs. As she approached the reception, she saw a woman sitting on a couch in the distance. Camila stopped in her tracks. Even though the woman wore sunglasses and a hat, Camila recognized her instantly as Haylie.

She composed herself and approached the reception.

"Camila, she..." the receptionist whispered, pulling her aside.

Camila nodded to her and moved towards the lounge area. She politely greeted, "Ms. Haylie, hello."

Haylie glanced at Camila, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm here for Connor."

Camila politely replied, "You could contact him."

Haylie chuckled, "I know Mr. Connor well." She shook her phone. "He must be busy, didn't pick up."

Haylie's presence was conspicuous, and gradually, colleagues found excuses to pass by the reception to check her out.

"Please go to the waiting room. I'll inform Mr. Connor," Camila said.

Haylie smiled and stood up, following Camila to the waiting room.

In the conference room, Connor ended several calls. His expression was grim, and the atmosphere in the room was heavy.

Alan, having received a message from Camila, looked puzzled. He turned to Connor and whispered, "Haylie is in the waiting room." "What is she doing here!" Connor's brow furrowed, his tone tinged with anger.

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