Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 58

Sandra Taylor was fuming—and honestly, a little shocked.

How the hell did Camila Davis end up knowing someone like Walter Wilson?

Back when they were both overseas, Sandra had kept tabs on Camila and her husband, Jordan. That woman had always seemed like a clueless housewife, someone whose whole world revolved around her husband and kids. How on earth did she get the chance to rub shoulders with a big shot like Walter Wilson?

And the wildest part? Walter Wilson had been downright friendly to Camila—while Sandra herself got the cold shoulder.

After being left to cool her heels all morning, Sandra finally got the message. Walter Wilson was doing this on purpose. Hell, maybe Camila had even put him up to it!

The thought made Sandra see red.

That conniving witch, Camila Davis!

No wonder Camila hadn’t even put up a fight when her job was snatched away. Sandra had thought it was because Camila was out of options. But now? It looked like she had something—or someone—else to rely on.

She wasn’t even divorced yet, and here she was, cozying up to another man. The way she’d been acting earlier, all flirty and shameless… It was disgusting.

Sandra seethed, cursing Camila out in her head. She wanted to walk out, slam the door, and never look back. But she hadn’t come this far to give up now. Clenching her fists, she strode after them and called out, “Mr. Wilson! I’m here representing The Smith Group to discuss a partnership. I scheduled this meeting with your assistant and have been waiting over three hours. As a man of business, I’d assume you wouldn’t mind giving me a few minutes of your time? After all, I was here first.”

Walter and Camila had just reached the elevator when Sandra blocked their way. His face said it all—he was not pleased.

“Are you telling me how to do my job?” His tone was cold as ice, his presence almost suffocating.

Sandra felt the pressure, but forced herself to smile. “Not at all, sir. I’m just here in good faith.”

Walter looked bored. “Wilson Holdings is at capacity right now. We’re not looking for new partnerships.”

Sandra’s face was burning. Was this guy for real? She’d even pulled out the big guns by name-dropping The Smith Group, and he still brushed her off!

Was this all for Camila’s sake?

Sandra’s expression darkened. She bit her tongue, but couldn’t hold back. “If you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Wilson—does Ms. Davis now work for your company?”

Camila’s face frosted over instantly, catching the shift in Sandra’s tone.

Walter’s own expression hardened. “That’s not really your business, Ms. Taylor. And I have no obligation to share Wilson Holdings’ hiring details with you.”

Sandra was left speechless, her face stiff.

That’s when Sandra remembered—Camila actually had the skills for that.

Panic set in. Sandra had worked so hard to push Camila out of The Smith Group; there was no way she’d let her rise again. Even if Camila had Wilson Holdings backing her now, Sandra was determined not to let her get a leg up in the pharmaceutical industry.

A plan began to form. Sandra started frantically researching how to set up her own research institute. She wasn’t going to let Camila beat her—not this time.

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Before she knew it, the workday was over. She was poring over her laptop, so lost in her scheming that she barely noticed the knock at her office door.

“Come in,” she called, not bothering to look up.

Jordan Smith stepped in, his deep voice carrying a hint of warmth. “Still working?”

Sandra’s head snapped up. She quickly forced a bright smile. “Jordan! What are you doing here?”

He glanced at his watch. “Work’s over. I came to take you out for dinner. Are you almost done?”

Sandra’s eyes sparkled. Time to play the diligent worker. “Oh, you know me. I just had a meeting with Wilson Holdings this afternoon, so I’m catching up on some things. I hate leaving work unfinished.”