"Hey, kid, can''t you see my boss right here?" The lead bodyguard shot Cameron


    re.


    Cameron had already finished her corn. Now, she was picking up some


    scrambled eggs, popping them into her mouth and chewing them slowly. After she swallowed her food, she nced at the bodyguard. "I''m not blind."


    The lead bodyguard was stunned into silence.


    Samuel sat on the armrest of the sofa with his arms crossed. "Go ahead, keep eating. Take your time."


    Cameron shot him a look. "You want some? Too bad, I''ve got none for you."


    Samuel was furious. He stormed over and mmed a hand down on the table, leaning in close as he threatened, "Are you really not scared that I''ll kill you?"


    Cameron raised an eyebrow. "You think you can kill me?"


    Samuel grabbed her by the cor. "You think I won''t?"


    Cameron frowned. "Let go."


    Samuel did not let go, so Cameron repeated, "Samuel, take your hand off me. You''re blocking me from eating my breakfast."


    Samuel refused to let go. "You''re about to die, and you''re still thinking about breakfast?"


    Cameron quirked an eyebrow. "If I''m gonna die, I might as well not die hungry, right?"


    Samuel was rendered speechless. It was twisted logic, but it did kind of make


    sense.


    Cameron nced down at Samuel''s hand, just about to make a move, when he suddenly let go. She smoothed out her cor with a look of distaste.


    Samuel stared her down coldly, saying, "You''re the first guy who''s ever dared to mess with me like this."


    Cameron ate a mouthful of the oatmeal and said lightly, "How many more do you I want?"


    Samuel gritted his teeth. "You sure know how to run your mouth."


    In response, Cameron just shrugged. "You just haven''t seen enough of the world."


    Samuel sneered. "Cameron, do you have any idea how miserable your parents and your sister are right now?"


    Cameron raised an eyebrow, asking nonchntly, "Oh? How bad is it? What exactly did you do to them?"


    Samuel smirked smugly. "I didn''t do much. Just sent six excavators to your house and turned that fancy vi of yours into rubble.


    "And I threatened all your family''s business partners to cut ties with your family, so yourpany went bankrupt. That''s all."


    Cameron ate another mouthful of scrambled eggs, calm as ever as she asked, "You do know that''s illegal, right?"


    Samuel sneered, "Oh, does it hurt now?"


    "Hurt?" Cameron smiled. "You really think I care?"


    ま


    Samuel narrowed his eyes. "You don''t care? bet you''re actually thrilled, aren''t you?"


    Cameron nodded seriously. "Exactly. So, should thank you."


    Hearing her words, Samuel got even more riled up, thinking. This punk


    actually had the nerve to thank me to my face? He won''t after messing with me?


    Samuel red at her. "Want to know how you''re going to die?"


    Cameron smiled. "I''m not nning on dying yet. I have ss this afternoon." へたく


    "You think you can go to ss? Dream on." Samuel sneered. Then, he asked, "You done eating?"


    Cameron pulled out her phone, nced at it, and tapped twice. "Yup, all done."


    "Alright. Then break this brat''s legs for me!" Samuel ordered.


    "Got it, Mr. Fraser," the bodyguards responded instantly, and the lead guard


    stepped forward, pulling out a steel rod from behind his back.


    It was about 20 inches long, two inches thick, and solid all the way through. One swing with that, and one''s leg would be gone


    for good.


    Cameron looked up and gave Samuel a faint smile.


    Samuel frowned. "What the hell are you smiling at?"


    Cameron asked, "Did I smile?"


    Samuel shot her another suspicious look and scoffed, "Still got the nerve to smile when you''re about to die."


    Then, he snapped, clearly mad upon seeing how calm Cameron looked. "Hold him down. Hurry up!"


    AD