Harold immediately let go of Camille, but he did not move an inch from his position. In fact, he almost seemed smug.

‘How foolish,’ Camille thought in her head, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“What were you doing just now?” Christian’s voice was icy cold.

“Just talking with your little secretary,” Harold had the guts to respond.

“Excuse me?”

Meanwhile, Camille took a few steps back, dusting off her collar and fixing her blouse in place. She could not keep the disgust off her expression. She would let Christian deal with this now, thank god.

That just now was one of the most revolting situations she had ever...