The doorbell rang before Camila could complete her sentence.

Taken aback, she abruptly ended the call.

Meanwhile, Forrest was too drunk to process anything Camila said to him.

He frowned at his phone in confusion when the call cut off.

Camila put on her clothes and went to open the door.

It was Ryder.

He probably returned after remembering that there was a phone in the hotel room.

Sure enough, when he walked inside, his eyes immediately landed on the phone.

“Did you contact Isaac?" Ryder asked, staring pointedly at Camila. Camila did not have Isaac's number memorized. She would have contacted him by now otherwise.

"No," she replied with an innocent smile. Ryder did not believe her and had someone verify the phone's call history at the front desk.

Camila let him be. She was not nervous because it was true that she did not call Isaac.

She was not afraid, even if he had the call history checked.

After a while, Ryder's subordinate returned. "She did call someone using that phone, but it wasn't Isaac."

Camila grinned. "I didn't lie to you, did 17"

Ryder nodded once, albeit grumpily.

"Do one thing for me, and I'll let you go."

Camila raised a brow at him. "What is it?"

“I've gotten a rough idea of what your relationship with Isaac is. I know now what you mean when you said he's never treated you well. So, since he's our common enemy, how about we join forces to take him down?" He handed a white medicine bottle to Camila and added, “Put this in Isaac's food. That's your mission." Camila took it and examined it. Due to the lack of information on the packaging, she was unable to determine the nature of the medicine.

“Is this poison?"

“No, it's a kind of medicine that can weaken people's nerves. Long-term use of that will make him neurotic. Killing him is going easy on him. I want to turn him into a raving madman until he becomes a Laughingstock at Heinz. That's even worse than death, right?"

Ryder was indeed evil.

Without hesitation, Camila replied, "I'll do it."

She fought the urge to sneer at Ryder, convinced that he was not particularly bright.

How could Isaac still care about what other people thought if he turned into a fool?

“It's good that you're so cooperative. That saves me a lot of time and trouble," Ryder remarked in satisfaction.