Chapter 87

Lost in thought, Douglas mulled over Bernard's words. A supposed weakling capable of executing enemies in special ops? Vulnerable and isolated within the Killian family? Wasn't he the one who disregarded family ties and intentionally seized control of the family business to undermine the Killian family? Yet he said he was forced to go along with Chad's demands? "Boss, it's a real shame you're not an actor!" Douglas thought. As he got up, Douglas noticed all eyes on him, including Tiramisu's. What was with Bernard's death stare? "I didn't hear a thing. Carry on, you two," Douglas quipped. Hera and Bernard were speechless. … At nightfall, on the top floor of the Luxent Hotel, Camille stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a champagne-colored feathered gown. She gazed out at the city's night view. Behind her, a setup of flowers, fine wine, candlelight, and glasses awaited. "Camille, congratulations! You finally get to go on a date with your dream guy," Amelia said, handing her a