152: Face Off, Going Down?

Camilla "I'll be right back. I just need to talk to someone," Drake told me quietly. "Okay," I said, and he walked away. I decided to look around; perhaps I could see someone familiar. And I did. I froze the moment I spotted Shawn. I kept on staring at him. And the scumbag looked back at me. He even had the nerve to smirk at me. What was he doing here? I knew he was a businessman, but shouldn't he be terrified after what he did? With that smirk of his, Shawn approached me. He adjusted his suit and cleared his throat. "Oh, Camilla. It's such a wonderful thing to see you again. How have you been?" I glared at him. "You! You bastard." My tone was cold. Shawn sighed, shaking his head. His expression was somehow mocking. 'Calm down, Camilla. You don't want to create a scene around here,' he said in a low voice, looking around. The place was filled with different people—people who loved Shawn and treated him like a god. But they needed to know the truth. I took my eyes off these peopl