Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 236

“Just saying hello, Pamela. No need to get so worked up.” Camilla spoke lightly, completely unfazed by the storm brewing in Pamela’s eyes.

She gave her a sweet smile, then turned to the shareholders beside them and addressed them in clear, fluent English. “Good evening, gentlemen. My name’s Camilla, and I’m the head of BLC. I—”

“Camilla, what do you think you’re doing?” Pamela jumped in, cutting her off. Her voice was sharp and her words almost biting. “Don’t tell me you still believe you can outdo The Gates Group. We’re here for Daniel, not for profit. This deal is about building a relationship, and we’re not taking any money from it. You don’t have The Carter Group behind you anymore. Do you really want to test us on price? Don’t kid yourself. Just let it go. This project is my first little ‘welcome home’ present for you.”

It couldn’t have been clearer that Pamela was out for blood. She didn’t even try to hide how much she wanted to take Camilla down.

But Camilla barely flinched. She met Pamela’s eyes for a moment, then turned back to the shareholders. “Gentlemen, I completely understand why The Gates Group’s offer looks good right now. But business isn’t just about today’s numbers, is it? Long-term returns matter just as much. Here’s my proposal. I can promise you this—if you stick with us, your future profits will more than make up for anything The Gates Group can offer upfront.”

She had thrown herself into this proposal as soon as Daniel’s assistant had reached out. After learning more last night, she fine-tuned every detail and made a few extra copies, just in case.

Pamela’s composure slipped a little with every word Camilla spoke. Her hand shot out and grabbed Camilla’s wrist in frustration. “What are you playing at? Why do you think you can do better than us? Don’t forget—without The Carter family, your so-called BLC is basically nothing. Do you really think your tiny company can handle an international project like this?”

“Whether BLC can or can’t isn’t for you to decide,” Camilla replied quietly. “Honestly, Pamela, if you were really that sure of yourself, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to stop me from talking. Gentlemen, you already know my work and what my company is capable of. Compared to someone who can’t even keep her cool in front of the board, I think I’m the more reliable choice, don’t you agree? I hope you’ll take a look at my proposal before making your decision.”

A couple of the shareholders had been planning to ignore Camilla. Now, though, Pamela’s outburst had them thinking twice. One of them reached out for the proposal first. The rest started to follow, curiosity in their eyes.

Pamela’s face grew stony, her glare full of pure spite.

This time, Camilla let her rant. She simply smiled and said, “I trust everyone here to make the choice that’s best for their business. The gala is about to start soon anyway, so I won’t take up more of your time. I’ve made a dinner reservation for us to talk more about my proposal once things are quieter.”

Honestly, the more Pamela let her temper fly, the more obvious her insecurities became. If she had to resort to undercutting prices, it only proved she didn’t have much leverage, and she and Daniel’s company were hardly real partners. Camilla was confident — she’d definitely get a chance to speak in detail later.

Across the busy ballroom, Barnard stood quietly near the corner. He was supposed to be back home, but tonight he watched Camilla work the crowd. With just a few words, she’d thrown the shareholders into doubt and left Pamela completely unraveling.

That was Camilla. The woman who could clear every obstacle in front of him, especially in business. Even with their headline-making divorce still fresh, she shined even brighter, totally above the mess. She handled everything with such poise and drive.

She wasn’t anything like Davina.