[Present Time]

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Michael stared at Camille, who sat stiffly on the sofa in front of him. She had never met his eyes since they arrived here. Her demeanor was a little unnerving, but he figured it had to be.

After all, it was he who had invited her to his private villa.

He didn’t know what had come over him. Before he could think twice, he had sent her a message a few days ago, asking her to meet him somewhere far away, where they could talk privately.

To be on the alert, he asked Grady to pick her up at a public mall and drive her to the...