Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 87

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Chloe’s eyes went wide with shock.

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Camden couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What happened to Damian’s famous gentleman act? Even if he didn’t want her on his lap, he could’ve at least offered her a chair. But making her sit on the floor? She wasn’t some pet to be treated this way!

The room froze like someone had hit pause.

It felt like that awful moment in a play when an actor goes off–script, leaving everyone else on stage scrambling to figure out what to do next.

Beatrice had to hand it to Damian–he could be as deadly as a snake when he wanted to be!

Relief flooded through her body.

She’d thought he’d fallen for Chloe’s act.

If he had actually gotten involved with her, what could Beatrice. have done? As his secretary, she would’ve had to watch helplessly as he walked right into Camden’s trap. Thank god it hadn’t come to that.

Chloe stood unsteadily, rooted to the spot.

“Nora, get a chair for Chloe,” Camden ordered with a displeased

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expression.

Nora quickly trotted to fetch a chair and placed it in the

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narrow corner between Damian and Camden before gently and considerately guiding Chloe over.

Chloe perched on her chair, knees pressed together and hands. folded neatly in her lap. She couldn’t have looked more different from the other nine women in the room, each one radiating confidence with their flirty smiles and effortless charm.

But Beatrice saw through it all. Except for Nora, these women weren’t even trying to hide their disdain anymore. Their sneers said it all–they might be flirting their way through life, but at least they weren’t putting on an innocent act like Chloe.

The crowd resumed their drinking and chatting spree.

Damian completely ignored Chloe, even though she was sitting right next to him.

Camden felt his anxiety building.

He knew better than to suggest Damian take Chloe back to his place tonight. With Damian’s twisted personality, he’d probably refuse just to be difficult.

Yet Camden was sure that Damian took a liking to Chloe.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have paid attention to her when she was still outside.

“Mr. Steele.” Damian imitated Camden, swirling the wine glass

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in his hand. His tone was casual, flippant, and playful. “What happened to Chloe?”

“Chloe?” Camden smacked his thigh in delight. Finally!

He continued. “Poor thing, really. She’s my employee’s daughter. -sweet girl. Her dad died in a car crash a few years back. Now she’s juggling college with taking care of her sick mom, while her deadbeat brother does nothing. She just started freshman year, but her mom needs surgery. Two hundred grand. So…”

He let out a sigh of regret and sympathy.

Chloe’s face flushed a deep red, and she lowered her head so much that her chin almost touched her chest.

Damian fell silent.

Beatrice felt the story was really tragic.

She glanced at Nora and strongly suspected that Nora was the one who assisted Camden in coming up with the story.

It was like a cliché romance plot: poor girl loses her father, has a sick mother, a useless brother, and needs $200,000 for medical bills. So of course, she decides to sell her virginity to save the day.

These stories always worked like magic. Drop a pure, desperate heroine into the path of any powerful man–whether he’s a CEO, trust fund baby, military officer, or mob boss–and watch him fall madly in love.

Chapter 87 Knack for Acting But real life wasn’t that simple.

Damian might be an exception.

The crowd appeared at ease, but in reality, they were all straining their ears, eager to catch his reply.

“I think…”

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Damian furrowed his eyebrows. Camden stared at him with eager anticipation, convinced that Damian was on the verge of “rescuing” Chloe and that his evasiveness was merely a ploy.

“This bottle of Romanee–Conti is worth a million dollars, right?”

“What?” Camden was taken aback. Why is he talking about wine again?

“Well, aren’t we the villains,” Damian smirked, setting down his glass. “One bottle of this wine could’ve saved her family’s finances.”

Camden froze.

“Hey, Steele,” Damian leaned forward, mock concern in his voice. “Maybe you should hire an exorcist. Chloe’s dad might come back to haunt you in your sleep.”

Camden was speechless and indignant.

Beatrice failed to suppress her laughter.

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Damian’s words were brutal, even to himself, but somehow he’d twisted the insult to make it sound like he was just caring about. his elders.

Those sitting on the sofa were also trying their best to hold back their laughter.

Chloe kept her head down, too timid to look up.

At that moment, it finally dawned on Camden that Damian was simply playing him.

No wonder Dylan stated that Damian was smarter than a fox and more vicious than a cobra and that it was simply impossible to manipulate him.

Since Damian didn’t accept his kindness, Camden could only resort to plotting.

“Mr. Crowley, you do have a sharp tongue.”

Camden forced a smile and pointed at him, attempting to defuse his own awkwardness. “I never stated I wouldn’t lend Chloe a hand. I mentioned it, but she’s very stubborn and refuses to owe anyone. But you’re right–I feel like a jerk now. First thing. tomorrow when I get back, I’ll take care of her mother’s hospital bills.”

“Mr. Steele,” Damian said, raising his glass, “I owe you an apology. I was wrong to suggest you’d encourage such… inappropriate behavior. Let me make amends with this drink.”

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He picked up the wine glass on the table again and took a sip.

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Camden complained, “This was meant to be a punishment. You just took a single sip. Mr. Crowley, you’re lacking in courage

here.”

Damian explained, “Wouldn’t it be a waste of this fine wine if I gulped it down?”

Camden said, “It’s just a bottle of wine. Mr. Crowley, you’re just making an excuse to drink less.”

Damian’s expression grew solemn. “It’s indeed just a bottle of wine. But this half–glass is nearly 100 thousand dollars, a full one 200 thousand dollars. I’m really worried that Chloe’s father will haunt our beds at night. Aren’t you?”

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