Wynter glanced at the note on Camila's phone screen, her expression turning increasingly ferocious and her face turning abnormally red.

She was seething with anger.

Yet, she couldn't say a word.

Camila was only so arrogant because of her status and child.

If it weren't for these, she would be nothing!

“Aren't you going to call him?" Camila probed.

She was certain that Wynter wouldn't dare to call Isaac.

Because she lacked the authority to do so.

If she did call Isaac and ask, what would Isaac think of her?

Wynter cared deeply about her image in Isaac's eyes.

Wynter clenched her fists, turned around, and walked away.

Camila's expression darkened as she watched her receding back.

Camila's gaze turned cold as she watched Wynter's retreating figure.

The calm and composed expression she had worn just moments ago gave way to a somber and sullen demeanor.

Wynter's audacity had become increasingly apparent.

That was why, Camila had to find a solution fast.

Alick keeping lying here was prone to danger.

“Wynter mentioned earlier that she's Alick's best friend. But it appears that you don't Like her."

Camila was more than just disliking her.

“It might just be because we're not compatible," she reasoned.