Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 374

Seeing what was happening, Camila Davis sat back down quietly, deciding not to interrupt.

The master of ceremonies was catching up with some old friends, and she figured it was best not to get in the way. There’d be plenty of time to talk later, anyway.

As that thought crossed her mind, Camila noticed a few others nearby looking like they were itching to go up too, but nobody dared make a move. After all, if you were seated this close to the front, you probably knew better than to barge in.

That’s when Walter Wilson came over, taking the empty seat next to her.

“Aren’t you going to say hi?” he asked, glancing at her.

She shook her head. “Maybe later. The boss is having a good time catching up with his buddies. No need to butt in right now.”

It suddenly struck her. “Wait, your seat’s here too?”

Walter grinned, all cocky-like. “Well, I am the host tonight. I think I can sit wherever I want, don’t you?”

Camila laughed. “Fair point. I just figured you’d be running around all night, representing the Chamber.”

She’d honestly expected Walter to be too busy schmoozing to even chat.

Walter just smirked, leaning in a little. “Even the Chamber’s rep wouldn’t get stuck at the back. Check it out—” he nodded toward the fourth table. “That’s where all the big pharma execs and old money families are sitting.”

Camila glanced over, just scanning the crowd—then her eyes landed on Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor. Her mood instantly shifted.

“What are they doing here?” she asked Walter, her voice low.

She hadn’t forgotten what those two had pulled—stealing her research, getting her humiliated at the last summit. And tonight was supposed to be a big deal for the whole industry. What business did they have here?

Walter snorted. “Don’t look at me. They weren’t even supposed to get an invite. The Smith Group knew I’d block them, but Jordan Smith’s a tricky guy. Pulled a few strings and still managed to get in.”

Camila frowned. “If you didn’t want them here, they wouldn’t have made it past the door. Are you up to something?”

Walter just grinned mysteriously. “That’s my little secret. Let’s just say I have my reasons—and you’ll find out soon enough.”

She gave him a long look. Walter was definitely plotting something. But it was too late to do anything now, so she just ignored the whole table and pretended not to care.

Now, she didn’t seem to care who was watching. Walter was fussing over her, making sure she had everything she wanted. The way he looked at her, the attention he gave her—Jordan felt a flare of jealousy he couldn’t quite suppress.

He was almost tempted to march over and break them up.

Meanwhile, Sandra Taylor, sitting next to him, was gripping her fork so tightly it was a miracle she didn’t snap it in two. She was burning with jealousy.

Why did she always run into that woman—here, of all places?

Every time something big happened, Camila Davis was there, like a bad penny that just wouldn’t disappear.

Sandra’s jaw was clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack.

Glancing over at Jordan, she realized he was staring at Camila too, his gaze never wavering.

Trying to mask her anger, Sandra leaned over and said in a low, pointed voice, “Looks like Camila and Mr. Wilson are pretty close. No wonder she was so eager for the divorce—she must’ve had her eye on him already. Or maybe she just needed an excuse, and you and I gave it to her.”

Sandra’s words dripped with sarcasm, but Jordan said nothing—just kept watching Camila, lost in his own thoughts.