I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 330

“Hello.” Camila lowered her voice as she picked up the call.

“Guess where I am right now, sweetheart?” The man’s voice on the other end was light, teasing, almost playful.

Camila’s eyes dimmed. She forced out a quiet, “No idea.”

Her coldness clearly irritated him.

“It’s been ages. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me, Mrs. Torres?”

Just hearing that name—Mrs. Torres—made Camila’s thoughts spiral back to the past, to her ex-husband, the one who was gone for good. Her whole body tensed up.

“Our deal is done. What do you want?” she asked flatly.

He laughed, sounding way too relaxed. “No need to get so worked up. I don’t want anything. I just haven’t heard from you in a while, and I kind of missed you. Did you miss me?”

“Not at all.” Camila’s answer was direct, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

“Ouch. That hurts. I still can’t get Mrs. Torres and her amazing body out of my head, you know.”

“What do you want?” she repeated, voice sharp.

“Nothing. If you really don’t miss me, then I guess this is goodbye.”

The call ended abruptly. The only thing left in Camila’s ear was the emptiness of the dial tone. She gripped her phone tightly, holding it to her ear long after the conversation was over. Her face was tense, her thoughts somewhere far away.

She didn’t snap out of it until a maid knocked gently and asked what she wanted for dinner. Camila’s expression cleared, and she was back to her usual self, as if nothing had happened.

…

The next morning, Natalie got to the office and was immediately stopped by her secretary.

“We can’t reach Nicholas,” the secretary said. “His phone’s off. No one can get through.”

“HR should have his address. Go with Mr. Michel and check it out,” Natalie said.

“Okay.”

The secretary had just turned to leave when Natalie changed her mind. “Wait. Just have HR send the address to me. I’ll go myself.”

If Nicholas really was involved, he’d probably expect a visit and could easily brush off her secretary and Mr. Michel. There was no point waiting around for them to come back empty-handed. It was better to check things out herself.

It didn’t take long for Natalie to drive to a run-down apartment complex. The place was old, a little forgotten, and the building numbers were almost impossible to find. She had to ask around before she finally found the right apartment.

She knocked on the door. No answer.

Natalie hurried over. “Weren’t you supposed to be overseas, working on the IPO? Why did you come back so suddenly?”

“I’m sorry. I found out about the Billy Firth situation too late. From now on, I’ll handle all the legal matters myself. You don’t need to worry.”

His firm, steady voice put her at ease. She knew his partners had hidden the news from him so he wouldn’t get distracted, but he’d found out anyway, and rushed back as soon as he saw the story online.

“Thank you, Professor,” she said sincerely.

They got straight to work, going over every detail of the case.

“Since we can’t find the old warehouse manager, let’s talk to the workers. Maybe they’ll know something,” Eugene suggested.

Natalie had thought the same on her way back.

She nodded. “Just to be safe, I’ll go now.”

“I’ll come with you,” Eugene said, standing up.

They left the office together and walked toward the elevator. As they reached the doors, they slid open.

A man with black hair and striking blue eyes stepped out.