She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695

Bradley’s handsome face was as cold as ice as he raised his hand to push away the microphones that were practically shoved into Cameron’s mouth.

His eyes behind the gold–rimmed glasses glinted with a chilling light as he fixed his gaze on one of the reporters. “First of all, jumping to conclusions before the facts are clear is incredibly foolish. As Cameron’s attorney, I can sue you for defaming her

character.”

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“Second, what do you mean by ‘basically a murderer‘? You reporters, carelessly slapping on labels like that isn’t that a kind of murder, too?”

The reporters‘ questions were sharp, but Bradley’s retort was even sharper.

For a moment, the reporters were silent.

But then, the middle–aged woman suddenly lunged at Cameron like a madwoman.

“Cameron! You owe me for my son! I had him late in life, nearly died giving birth to him, and it took everything I had to raise him to six years old. You killed him- now you should pay with

your life for my son!”

Of course, she never got anywhere near Cameron.

Before she could reach her, Bradley stepped in, pushing the woman away and shielding Cameron behind him.

The company’s security guards quickly arrived, restraining the woman and separating her from the reporters.

“Ms. Yates,” David rushed over.

David really didn’t want Cameron to show up here at all.

‘She’s still so young – how could she possibly deal with such a situation?‘ he thought worriedly.

Cameron’s beautiful face was unreadable as she walked straight toward the stretcher lying on the ground.

She crouched down.

“Don’t touch my son! Cameron, you murderer! Don’t you dare touch my son! I’ll tear you apart!” the restrained woman screamed hysterically.

Cameron acted as if she didn’t hear a thing. She pinched the corner of the white sheet between her fingers. “Forgive me.”

With that, she lifted the sheet.

All eyes immediately snapped to this side.

Lying on the stretcher was a little boy, around six years old.

His face was very pale, a sickly white.

Cameron’s fingers instinctively reached for the boy’s carotid artery, checking for his pulse.

She felt that his whole body was ice–cold, but his carotid pulse was still faintly beating.

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Cameron’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“No! Cameron, you murderer! Don’t touch my son!” the woman yelled,

Cameron turned and gave the woman a frosty glare.

“Mr. Tucker, call the police right now. Someone’s deliberately trying to blackmail us and smear Aurevia Biotech’s name,” she said.

The middle–aged woman was stunned.

She had been struggling like a madwoman, but at Cameron’s words, she froze for a moment. Then, just a few seconds later, she started thrashing even harder, screaming, “Cameron! You murderer! You killed my son!”

Cameron sneered, “Ma’am, your son isn’t dead. How much did they pay you to come stir up trouble on my turf?”

The middle–aged woman fell silent.

Her pupils shrank, and after a long pause, she shouted, “You’re talking nonsense! My son is dead! He died because of your damn so–called miracle drug! You owe me for my son!”

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