From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 120

**Chapter 6**

Rhys let out a low chuckle, his eyes dancing with mischief as he observed me trying to suppress my rising fury. He nonchalantly swung his leg, pulling Lily closer to him with an air of possessiveness that made my blood boil.

“Don’t get it twisted, Camden,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Lily and I are tying the knot. It’s best not to leave any loose ends between us.”

His words dripped with arrogance, a blatant display of how swiftly his relationship with Lily had escalated right in front of me.

After a brief pause, his gaze shifted to Julian, a condescending lilt creeping into his voice. “You’re really going from me to this bland substitute? I can’t say I blame you for still yearning for what we had.”

He twirled the delicate lingerie around his finger, a pointed reminder of our once fiery connection.

But as I looked at the two men before me, a thought struck: wasn’t Rhys the one acting out of jealousy? Wasn’t he the one who had come to Northbrook specifically to flaunt the past we shared?

I crossed my arms defiantly, yet I couldn’t help but let my foot brush against Julian’s calf, a surge of vengeful energy coursing through me.

Julian stood tall, his broad shoulders framing a narrow waist, his eyes harboring a dark, striking intensity that only heightened my irritation at Rhys’s insinuation. How dare he imply that Julian was somehow inferior?

“Looking back, it’s almost embarrassing to admit how low my standards were,” I said coolly, my voice steady. “A woman deserves a man who is clean and refined.”

As I trailed my finger along Julian’s exposed forearm, where the veins subtly protruded, I turned my gaze to Lily and smiled sweetly. “Lily, trust me, I speak from experience. Before you commit to him, you might want to consider getting tested.”

Rhys’s complexion paled, and I could see his jaw tightening as I continued, “Men who roam the streets aren’t the same as those raised in decent homes. They’re simply filthy.”

“Camden, you….” Rhys’s fist clenched so tightly around his glass that I feared it might shatter.

Julian stepped forward, positioning himself as a protective barrier between us, his presence radiating calm authority.

“Mr. Keller, I believe my lady is feeling weary. If your intention is business-related, you are welcome to stay. If not, I must ask you to leave.”

He delivered this dismissal with his signature polite smile, a contrast to the tension in the air.

Though Julian was leaner than Rhys, he towered over him by several inches. I barely reached his shoulder when I looked up, feeling a mix of admiration and frustration.

I tugged at his sleeve, lowering my voice to a whisper, “But you haven’t brought me my milk yet…”

Julian turned slightly, and in that moment, Rhys caught me playfully touching him from behind.

With a humorless smile, Rhys abruptly yanked Lily against him, possessiveness radiating off him. “Perhaps we’ll stay at the Hayes estate tonight and discuss business tomorrow?”

“Whatever,” I replied, my tone dismissive.

After all, it was clear that we had no future together.

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