Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 474

Camila Davis nodded in agreement. “Yeah. This whole thing… it’s tangled up with way too many people.”

“But from the looks of it, the main target seems to be either me or Master,” she continued. “We’re the ones in the spotlight tonight, after all. Did you find anything else on your end?”

Dennis Williams shot her an approving glance—she really was quick on the uptake.

He replied, “Aaron dug up something interesting: there were a ton of bots in the livestream chat tonight, stirring the pot. Just got some leads—turns out, that reporter played a part, and the rest was a smear campaign orchestrated by a few groups, the biggest being The Smith Group.”

“I’ve already notified the authorities,” Dennis added. “With any luck, we’ll have answers by tonight.”

Camila frowned, her brows knitting together. “So there’s someone else pulling the strings behind this?”

Dennis nodded. “Exactly. Don’t underestimate a reporter. Sure, he might not have much of a conscience, but he’s definitely sharp. And tonight’s guest list? Some seriously powerful people—one wrong move and it could all go up in flames.”

“But he went ahead and streamed it anyway,” Dennis mused. “Which means there’s something more going on. My guess? Either he’s getting a fat paycheck, or someone fed him some inside scoop—convinced him tonight’s party was all about dirty deals. He probably thought it was worth the risk.”

Camila’s expression darkened. “If that’s true… that guy’s absolutely conniving.”

Dennis didn’t disagree. The whole thing was low, especially to pull this stunt on Camila’s birthday.

She was supposed to be happy, but now her face was tight with anger—her usually graceful brows nearly twisted together like a pretzel.

Dennis hated seeing her like that.

After a moment, he reached over and gently rubbed her furrowed brow with his fingertip.

Camila’s tense expression faltered. She blinked in surprise, meeting his eyes. “Mr. Williams?”

Dennis gave her a warm smile. “Hey, it’s your birthday. You can’t spend it frowning, can you? Besides… don’t you think the people behind this are way more nervous than you right now?”

He leaned back, reassuring and calm. “They just pissed off everyone in that ballroom. I mean, look—Mr. Harris, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Brooks, those are all upstanding people, respected in their fields. And then there’s the rest of the guests—business leaders, philanthropists, folks who’ve really made a difference.”

“Whoever’s behind this is about to find out what happens when you try to ruin people like that. Prison time’s pretty much a guarantee. And honestly? You don’t even have to lift a finger. They’ll make sure justice is served.”

“So relax, okay? Go back out there and enjoy your birthday.”

Camila took a slow breath, realizing he was right. She’d let anger get the best of her. Now, with Dennis’s words settling in, she felt the panic begin to fade.

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