Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 48

Sarah Brown let out a heavy sigh. “A few days ago, your shop was in that southwest corner, right? Well, a bunch of places over there had their security cameras go down. All of them. So, we’ve got nothing—no way to check who that person was.”

Camila Davis blinked. “Seriously? That’s way too much of a coincidence.”

Why would the cameras go out right at that exact moment?

Still, she didn’t dwell on it. There was nothing she could do about it now, so she pushed the thought aside and focused on her dinner.

Later on, after the three of them—two adults and little Lillian—had finished their burgers and milkshakes, Camila excused herself to the restroom.

Downstairs, Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor had just arrived for their own dinner.

Jordan had made the reservation. Since they were late, the only seats left were a table by the window in the main dining room.

Jordan, ever the gentleman, pulled out Sandra’s chair for her and smiled. “You’re gonna love this place—it’s got that real southern comfort food you’re always talking about!”

Sandra’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s perfect! I haven’t had proper fried chicken since we moved out here.”

She was dressed in a white summer dress that made her look even more graceful, her pearl earrings swinging gently as she spoke—she looked like she’d stepped straight out of a classic painting.

Jordan couldn’t help but notice. “Those earrings look amazing on you,” he said honestly.

Sandra blushed. “Well, the person who picked them out clearly has great taste…”

Meanwhile, upstairs in the hallway outside the private dining room, Camila was heading back from the restroom. She glanced down over the railing—and froze.

Jordan, who was usually so cold to her, was sitting across from Sandra, looking at her with a soft, focused gaze. He looked… happy. Like Sandra was the only person in the world.

Camila’s eyes darkened, but her face stayed surprisingly calm.

After all, after a string of nights when Jordan hadn’t come home, seeing him sharing dinner with another woman barely registered as a shock anymore.

Still, Lillian was here tonight, and Camila didn’t want her daughter to witness something so… awkward.

She quietly turned away and went back into the private room, determined to leave as soon as possible.

Downstairs, Sandra suddenly had the uncanny feeling she was being watched. She looked up and thought she caught a glimpse of Camila’s silhouette on the second floor.

Was that Camila? Was she here tonight, too?

Sandra couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Maybe Camila was following her and Jordan around? That would be just perfect. The idea made Sandra feel oddly triumphant, and she decided not to mention it to Jordan.

If it got under Camila’s skin, all the better.

Back upstairs, Camila walked in and told her friend, “Let’s get ready to go, okay?”

Feeling rather pleased with herself, Sarah dusted off her hands and left.

A little while later, Sandra finished up and tried to leave—only to find the door wouldn’t budge.

“What the…?” she muttered, tugging harder. It was stuck. Really stuck.

Suddenly, she remembered hearing high heels and some clattering outside a moment ago.

Could someone have locked her in on purpose? But who?

Camila Davis popped into her mind immediately.

Sandra’s face twisted with irritation. She banged on the door and shouted, “Camila Davis, was this your idea? Seriously? What are you, twelve? Let me out! This is ridiculous!”

No one answered.

Eventually, it was Jordan who came looking for her. He got a waiter, and together they managed to free Sandra.

Jordan’s face was tight with anger. “Do you have any idea who did this?”

Sandra put on her most wounded look and hesitated. “I… think I saw Camila around earlier. Maybe she’s still upset about me getting the Director’s job over her? Jordan, maybe you should just give her the job back. I don’t want her to be so unhappy because of me.”