The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 739

When it came to Camila, Lillian was at a loss.

"Even if I don't care about Camilia, I still have to think about Commander Hunt. He's done a lot for the base, and he helped my husband more than once. I can't exactly report her over something like this."

She sighed. "Forget it. She's clearly not cut out for working anyway. Sooner or later, she'll get tired of showing up and quit on her own."

"How many jobs has she already bounced between? She causes trouble everywhere she goes."

The clerk was thoroughly fed up.

"We're the ones who keep getting stuck with it. You shouldn't have stepped in today. You should've let those people scare some sense into her. Maybe then she'd stop coming to work."

Lillian gave a helpless laugh. "Alright, that's enough. Don't talk about people behind their backs. Just focus on doing your own job."

With two free days ahead of them, Nicole took the submarine manual home so she could study it carefully.

By the time the four of them got back to their detached house, they were covered in dust and grime. Nicole immediately took a shower, changed into clean, comfortable clothes, and sat down to a good meal.

Meanwhile, Camila ran home in tears. In her rush to leave, she forgot her bag at the trading hall and didn't have her keys, so she had no choice but to pound on the door.

Irene opened it with a bright smile. "Arthur, you're back?"

When she saw Camila standing there instead, her smile disappeared.

"Camila? Aren't you supposed to be at work? Why are you home so early?"

She frowned.

"You really need to stop showing up late and leaving whenever you feel like it. If people start talking, it'll reflect badly on you, and I won't know what to tell your father."

After what happened at work, the last thing Camila wanted was another lecture.

"Mom, am I even your daughter? Why do you always bring Dad into everything?"

She walked inside, then spotted a cake on the table and several dishes laid out in the kitchen. She couldn't help scoffing.

"I don't know why you bother. He's not coming home to celebrate your birthday."

Irene frowned. "Who pissed you off today? Why are you acting like this? Your father promised a few days ago that he'd come home. Fix your attitude before he gets here."

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