Connor nodded, sipping his coffee. "I'll skip breakfast."

"Mr. Connor, you need to eat something!" David exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked at him.

"Camila, let's go." Connor stood up and addressed Camila.

Camila rose from the couch, glancing at the breakfast table where the food remained untouched. "Mr. Connor, you haven't had your breakfast."

"No breakfast today," Connor said, picking up his suit jacket.

Camila frowned slightly, "Mr. Connor, is the breakfast not to your liking? I can order something to be delivered to your office."

"Look, Camila is upset," David whispered.

Connor paused, then set his jacket down and obediently sat back down. "No need, I'll eat now."

David hung his head, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright." Camila nodded and sat down.

breakfast, they set off for the

a while, then spoke, "Camila, why did you

head and replied, "There was a family

bit forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned forward instead, asking softly, "What happened? Can I

her head. "It's

you can tell me.

Mr. Connor." Camila

the day off, she had a lot of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents,

Drew would be released, which could finally resolve the

the reception desk. "Camila,

inquired, "Do they have an

replied they

is fully booked today.

phone, whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might want to

a couch in the

composed herself and

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