Camille sat down at her desk, turned on her laptop, and pulled out all of her hard drives.

If she was going to do this, then might as well reveal everything she had in this room.

Christian watched her intently as she did so, the amusement never fading from his face.

The bastard. He probably already knew where she had put everything.

But when did he find out?

Did he pay a maid to search her room?

It wasn’t impossible. After all, the servants were afraid of him. She couldn’t blame them. He was their boss.

With a heavy heart, she deleted everything. All her hard work, her backups… until...