Chapter 611: Anxious, One Photo After Another
Camila Walker’s whole body was soaked, but her pair of angry eyes were staring fiercely at Emily Walker beside her.
The two were sitting on the ground, looking as wretched as possible.
“You crazy woman, are you trying to kill me!?” After being saved, Camila was also full of anger at this time.
She turned over and tried to tear at Emily, but fortunately, the onlookers stopped her just in time.
They had finally saved them; they couldn’t start fighting again.
Even if it’s for a man, don’t joke with your own life!
Meanwhile, in a luxury private room.
The atmosphere filled with greed and lust was something Baron Stuart always hated.
He sat expressionlessly on the side; just by looking at his gloomy face, it wasn’t difficult to see, how much he was annoyed at this moment!
“Young Lord, what’s the matter? Do you not like the company of these two beauties?” Seeing his constant frown and the two beauties keeping a distance of a meter away from him, the man who invited Baron Stuart lightly laughed and asked.
As for the man in front of him, Baron Stuart had no intention of taking him seriously.
However, this man had only been in E City for less than two months and had already achieved something, which couldn’t be underestimated.
“If Mr. Cairo has nothing else, I’ll take my leave.” Baron Stuart said expressionlessly and got up to leave.
He had only come here to meet this man. Now that he had seen him, he didn’t want to waste any more time here.
As soon as he began to rise, the so-called ‘Mr. Cairo’ lightly laughed and said, “Ah, Young Lord, are you not giving me any face?”
How could anyone leave before the banquet was over?
“Does Mr. Cairo think this way? I thought that just coming here was enough to give you face.” Baron Stuart chuckled, the sexy arc of his mouth attracting many women in the private room.
Mr. Cairo’s smile obviously stiffened for a moment because of his words. Then, he laughed it off, “That’s true, just Young Lord coming has already given me a lot of face.”
The moment the words fell, a subtle dark glint appeared in Mr. Cairo’s eyes.
Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open, and Clayton Howard walked in with a serious expression.
“Young Lord.” In front of outsiders, Clayton Howard would always address him as Young Lord, and at home, he would address him as Young Master.
Baron Stuart glanced at him. Following that, Clayton handed the cell phone to him.
In the screen, a series of photos and videos, all showing the two women fighting by the river, from falling into the water to being rescued…
The familiar figure in the video made Baron Stuart’s whole expression tense. He immediately turned around without even looking at Mr. Cairo and left the private room with Clayton.
“Mr. Cairo, it seems that Young Lord clearly doesn’t hold you in high regard.” Watching the two people walk away, someone whispered.
Mr. Cairo leaned back, his mouth curling up with a smile full of deep meaning, as if waiting to see what would happen next.
He laughed softly, “No rush, the real show has just begun.”
Perhaps because she was too cold, Emily, who was sitting on the ground, was shivering at this moment. She was still immersed in the painful memory, and her eyes appeared somewhat dull.
She clutched the coat that a kind-hearted person had draped over her, shivering as she sat on the ground.
“Why don’t you go into my car to get some warmth? Or should we notify your family to come over?” Seeing the two shivering from the cold, a good-hearted person suggested.