Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 465

Pamela was genuinely infuriated by Dahlia's reckless defiance.

She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and tear into Dahlia like she used to. But they were alone here, on Adams family territory. Since she was dead set on marrying Magee, she still needed to maintain a pristine image for his parents.

Taking a deep breath, she forced her raging temper down and sneered at Dahlia, "You might not care about yourself, but don't you care about Camilla?

She's only suffering because of you, and yet she's still looking out for you. Aren't you two supposed to be best friends? Are you really going to watch her business go bankrupt just because of you?"

"Cut the crap, you don't have that kind of power," Dahlia shot back, easily calling her bluff. "I have no idea how you managed to make a comeback, but I know you, Pamela. Someone like you, the second you get a little bit of power, you can't wait to flaunt it. If you actually had the ability to bankrupt Camilla, you'd have done it already instead of standing here bragging about it."

Seeing that Dahlia wasn't taking the bait, a cold smile crept onto Pamela's face. "Is that right? Well, you're dead wrong. I just find this little cat-and-mouse game so entertaining. I wanted to toy with you a little longer.

If you don't believe me, then just wait and see.

Consider this your first lesson, Dahlia: don't try to steal things that don't belong to you."

As she spoke, Pamela's gaze drifted toward the glass doors opposite them. Through the panes, she could clearly see inside the house. Magee had stood up and was heading their way.

A smug look of triumph slowly filled Pamela's eyes.

Dahlia's lips involuntarily pressed into a tight line.

She still had feelings for Magee, still harbored that fragile sliver of hope. She prayed that this time, he wouldn't let her down.

But seeing the sheer arrogance on Pamela's face messed with her head, sending a wave of inexplicable panic through her chest.

One step, two steps... he was getting closer.

The doors opened.

Without the glass acting as a barrier, Magee's figure came into sharp focus.

The smile on Pamela's face widened. "Magee..."

"Dahlia, sorry to keep you waiting." Before Pamela could even finish her greeting, Magee stopped right beside Dahlia. He didn't even glance at Pamela; his tone was entirely tender as he spoke to Dahlia.

Pamela's face froze in confusion.

She quickly tried to remind him, "Magee, I'm your fiancée. What are you doing?"

"Did I ever agree to that? Stop flattering yourself, Pamela," Magee retorted ruthlessly.

All of Pamela's earlier confidence instantly evaporated into burning humiliation.

And I know how much courage it took for you to give me another chance. I don't dare let you down."

His gentle words washed over her, filling her with an overwhelming sense of strength.

Dahlia pressed her lips together and glanced back at the living room through the glass doors.

She vividly remembered every word Mr. and Mrs. Adams had said.

Even with Magee's absolute loyalty right now, his parents' attitude was a stark reminder of the massive gap in their social standing. If they were going to be together, the road ahead was going to be brutally difficult.

Magee knew exactly what was going through her mind. He took her hand in his. "Let's go, Dahlia. I'm taking you out of here.

Our relationship is between the two of us. You don't ever have to come back here and try to please anyone."

"I think Camilla is waiting outside. I heard Pamela has been targeting her too," Dahlia mentioned.

"Good, I actually need to talk to Camilla anyway. Let's go together," Magee replied.

Back inside the house, Mr. and Mrs. Adams had vanished from the living room—whether out of shame or some other reason—and all the extravagant gifts the Gates family had brought were gone.