She dried her hair and twisted it into a bun.

Once she put on her lipstick, she left the hotel with Willie.

The car pulled up at the company's entrance, easing to a stop with a quiet hum.

Willie stepped out, smoothly circling the car to open Camila's door.

She exited the vehicle, standing tall beneath the towering building, her posture determined.

Though she felt unsure, she straightened her back, trying to appear strong.

She knew the situation Isaac was not around. If she showed any sign of weakness, the company could be in trouble.

She had to be strong.

And it didn't matter if it was just a facade.

Willie observed her, unsure if she was ready for what was to come.

He couldn't shake off his worry.

But when she stepped out of the elevator and strode into the office area, any hint of hesitation vanished. He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

This time, Camila was different from last time.

She didn't seem friendly at all and looked deadly serious.

She asked Willie to gather everyone.

This time, instead of heading to the meeting room, they stayed put in the office area.

Camila wanted to address the whole company.

Once everyone was there, Willie went back to the office and called Camila, saying, "Madam."

He caught sight of Camila seated at the desk, clicking away on the mouse, her eyes fixed on the screen. She seemed deeply engrossed, exploring how to manage a company.

Willie was speechless.