Chapter 271

Camila, feeling awkward, dipped her chin slightly.

In the end, she let Glenda apply medication to her scratches. Afterward, she headed out.

As soon as Camila left the house, however, she was confronted by someone.

It wasn’t someone else, but rather Marvin.

“Isaac had nothing to do with Aldrin getting beaten up. Now think about it carefully. Did you offend anyone who might have

vented their anger on your son?”

“Not Isaac?” It was obvious that Marvin did not believe her. “Who else would it be if not him? | offended no one. The only

possible suspect is Isaac, no one else.”

“And do you have any evidence to back that up?” Camila asked.

“He hit Isaac’s assistant who is still in the hospital, and his girlfriend...”

“Well, Dad, you'd better check and gather your proof before slinging accusations.”

Camila wasn’t interested in speaking with her father anymore. Especially when he mentioned Debora.

“You won't get dragged into this matter, right?”

Marvin had belatedly realized that his daughter might be implicated in the issue.

Camila flashed him a cold smile. “This concern of yours is quite rare.” The man narrowed his eyes at the unmistakable sarcasm

in her tone.

“Listen, I’m too busy with the matter of Aldrin to waste time on you...”

Camila scoffed. Sure enough, her father was only putting up appearances.

There was no reason for him to actually care about her.

“| have something else to do,” she cut in before he could find some flimsy excuse. “Let's talk about this at another time.”

Marvin clearly wanted to say more, but he could only sigh and leave Camila got in the car and looked out the window. She

couldn’t help but feel conflicted.

Ultimately, she decided not to ask Isaac about the issue.

Isaac had already asked his assistant to investigate. If they had found anything, they would have surely contacted her by now.

She brushed the matter off her mind and decided to focus on the speech.

Whenever she heard something related to her needs, she immediately recorded the snippet. The speech went on for more than

two hours, and Camila didn’t miss a minute of it. Once it was concluded, she stretched, feeling parched. She spotted a café

across the road, and she headed over.

After ordering a glass of juice, she settled down and reviewed her notes.

Without warning, someone was standing beside the table.

Camila raised her head to find it was none other than Marlowe.