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.

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