Chapter 17

“No big deal. | can teach you. Shall we begin your lessons?” The man grabbed a glass from the table and filled it to the brim with

liquor. He held it up to her lips.

Camila turned her head to the side in an attempt to dodge him, but the man clamped his free arm around her and held her still.

“Let go of me!” She struggled against him with all that she had. She would have succeeded, too, if Isaac didn’t choose that

moment to intervene.

“It is your duty to entertain my guests. If you can’t even manage this much, then just fuck off already!” Isaac was leaning forward

in his seat, and the play of light and shadows in the room lent a sinister quality to his features.

All this time, Camila had foolishly believed that her husband would dismiss her as some piece of trash, unworthy of his time and

attention.

Never had she expected him to actively make her life miserable.

“Fine. I'll drink it.” She pushed the man away and took the glass.

She stared at the Liquid for one tense moment, then gulped it all down in one go.

It was her first time consuming alcohol. The Liquor tasted awful, and it left a burning sensation in its trail. Even now, seconds

later, she felt as though there was a fireball rolling around in the pit of her stomach.

Camila furrowed her brows and pursed her lips, trying to stave off the discomfort that was threatening to engulf her.

Her expression came across as a flirtatious one, and the man could no longer wait.

“Mr. Johnston,” he rasped, “can | just take her away, then?”

Camila panicked upon hearing that. She looked around for a means of escape, only for her eyes to be arrested by another pair a

few feet away. Isaac’s gaze was dark and unfathomable. Camila froze despite herself. Had he made it his life’s mission to

humiliate her utterly and completely?

Unexpectedly, it was Isaac who looked away first. “You... Whatever The man all but yelped with glee. He snaked his other arm

around Camila and grinned at her. This time, she didn’t struggle. Instead, she Let the man drag her out of the room.

“Sir.” Willie walked up behind Isaac.

“If you let Camila go with Jaylen Williams, | don’t think... | don’t think she would be able to escape him.”

He understood that Isaac wanted to force her hand and make her agree to divorce, but surely he didn’t mean for her to be taken

advantage of by a lecher?

Isaac poured himself a glass of wine and nonchalantly took a sip. He glanced sideways at Willie and said, “Do you really think

she’s innocent and unsullied?”

The assistant’s eyes widened in shock. The Haynes had really gone too far! How dare they foist an impure woman on his boss

and force him to marry her?

Willie felt an odd sense of betrayal. He had sympathized with Camila and even wished her the best.

Now, it looked like she didn’t deserve his good intentions at all “She knows that you will only give her a hard time, but she still

refuses to sign the divorce papers,” he pointed out.

“lm afraid this won't end here, Sir.”

Was Camila so determined to stay in the Johnston family?

“Mr. Johnston.

“Let's go,” Isaac cut him off. He didn’t want to hear anything else regarding Camila.