Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Camila Drake

Ethan got down his car and walked towards the door of the house.

It was strange that Camila hadn’t come out after hearing the sound of his car, but he figured she was probably busy with something.

Ethan pressed the doorbell and took a step back waiting for the door to be unlocked, but afew seconds passed and there was no answer.

He frowned and then opted to knock this time.

Still nothing.

Ethan checked the time, it was 9:27 a.m. He was early, but only barely. He debated texting Lana, but that would just delay things.

Lifting his hand, he knocked again, firmer this time.

Finally, there was the faint sound of footsteps approaching, followed by the quiet click of a lock turning.

The door swung open with so much force that it almost felt as if the person opening it was trying to rip it off its hinges.

A woman stood in the doorway, her eyes looked bloodshot and her chestnut brown hair tied messily back.

She was in a loose black tee and joggers—far from the professional appearance Ethan had expected. But what stood out most were the bags under her hazel eyes and the barely restrained rage in her voice.

The first thing Ethan noticed was how different she looked from the image. A little less sophisticated, by the way she was right now, maybe, but the image on the website did not do justice to her real self.

"I said I needed until the end of the week!" she snapped, her hand tightening around the handle of the door. "You don’t get to just show up—"

She paused whatever she was going to say.

Her gaze locked onto Ethan’s calm and unfazed expression. He was dressed neatly, holding a phone in one hand and there was a faint frown between his brows. Not what she expected and he definitely was not the usual debt collector.

"You’re not from Avance?" she said slowly, voice dropping an octave.

"Definitely not," Ethan replied dryly. "I’m Ethan Carter. Lana Wolfe said you agreed to a meeting."

Camila blinked, the tension in her shoulders briefly replaced with disbelief, then her expression hardened again.

"Of course she did," she muttered bitterly. "That manipulative little—"

She stepped back, running a hand through her hair and muttering something under her breath that Ethan couldn’t quite catch.

"Look, if this is some kind of pressure tactic—"

"It’s not," Ethan said calmly. "I was told you were open to discussing the sale. If you’re not, I’ll leave."

Camila studied him for a moment, she was still skeptical but at least she was not slamming the door shut in his face.

"You look too young to be a buyer," she finally said.

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