I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 195

Alexander leaned back against the sofa, looking casual and nonchalant. A corner of his mouth lifted. "Whatever you say."

His words were met with a round of playful jeers from the crowd. Camila's face flushed a deeper shade of red, and as she shyly turned her head, she spotted Natalie standing in the foyer.

"Natalie," she called out with a bright smile, as if they were old friends.

At the sound of her name, everyone turned to look. The people who had just been badmouthing her showed no trace of embarrassment. If Alexander didn't care, why should they?

Natalie, holding a securely wrapped, square box, walked over. "Ms. White, here is 'Baby's Breath.' You can open it to inspect the item."

She stood on the opposite side of the coffee table, directly across from Alexander, but she didn't spare him a single glance. She politely placed the box down, indicating for Camila to open it.

"Perfect timing. I wanted to try it on before having my engagement gown designed around it. Natalie, would you help me put it on?" Camila asked, her expression so sincere she could have been talking to her best friend.

Someone whispered, "Camila is so gracious, being friends with her like this."

Although Natalie now held a high-status position and was treated with respect in professional settings, in the eyes of these wealthy elites, she was still just an orphan with no family backing.

"I'm sorry, Ms. White, but I have other work to attend to," Natalie replied with a polite smile, declining the request.

Before Camila could respond, someone else interjected, clearly offended on her behalf. "She's doing you a favor by even asking. You're just an employee. Who do you think you are?"

"Exactly. Camila is being generous. She's not holding a grudge over you stealing Alexander back then. If it were me…"

"If I recall correctly, Ms. Turner, isn't your boyfriend someone else's husband?" Natalie cut in sharply.

Laura Turner's face froze in embarrassment, which quickly morphed into rage. She raised her hand to strike.

"I wonder if his wife will be so gracious to you?" Natalie caught Laura’s wrist in a firm grip, her voice unwavering.

"You!" Laura’s face turned pale. "What gives you the right to mock me?"

"Having morals has nothing to do with social status."

"Enough."

A cold, stern voice cut her off.

Natalie looked over to see Alexander's face dark with anger. "All she did was ask for your help, and you've caused all this drama. Ms. Watson, it seems you really want me to call Billy Firth headquarters personally."

With Alexander's intervention, the man had to let go of Natalie's wrist. He released his grip, and she immediately cradled her already swelling hand.

She knew Alexander's threat was not an empty one. He would do it if he wasn't satisfied.

Camila seized the moment. "Natalie, I honestly just wanted your help. I didn't mean anything by it."

Billy Firth's reputation in Cabinda had just been established; a formal complaint would be disastrous.

Natalie gritted her teeth. "Fine. I'll help you."