CHAPTER NINETY-NINE: ANDRE’S DATE.

William was intrigued by this young lady, Camilla Parker. In the span of one minute, he had witnessed her take down a man who wasn’t only much older than her but also had the advantage in terms of body mass. Now, William had just learned that she was the chief of the organization he was here to talk to.

The two were still locked on each other’s gaze as they shook their hands. It’s been thirty seconds of them doing this and the room had gone quiet. The two McArthur bodyguards in the office glanced at each other, confused at why this handshake was still happening. They wondered if they should put a stop to the stare-off as well, and then check on their young master to see if he was okay.

Timothy, who had been left groaning on the floor, finally got up. He was about to express his anger at being treated like a rag dog by the charity chief, but he couldn’t find the words when he noticed that William and Camilla were just staring at each other like they were in some sort of trance while