Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 167

67 Under the Surface

Monica didn’t answer Camille right away.

Instead, she leaned back slightly, gently swirling the wine in her glass as if weighing something more interesting than the question itself. After a brief pause, she looked up.

“Both Velmora Media and your company are trying to book me for an exclusive,” Monica said, her tone calm but deliberate. “That puts me in a tough spot. I also heard you know Elena, and not just casually. You two were pretty close, right?”

Camille’s gaze flickered for just a moment before she steadied herself.

“We were, at one point,” she said. “But things didn’t end well between her and my parents, and we haven’t been in touch for a long time.”

Monica nodded slightly, as if filing that away.

“Then what’s your take on her gemstone analysis earlier?” she asked.

Camille let out a soft sigh, her expression turning conflicted.

“Monica, I really don’t like speaking behind someone’s back,” she said, lowering her voice. “Elena and I were basically like sisters. But she’s always had issues with my parents, and she’s never shown them any real respect. Not long ago, she even said something like my mom might as well be dead…”

She paused, her brows tightening as though the memory genuinely upset her.

“Honestly, I think it has a lot to do with how she grew up. She spent years in a small–town environment with her adoptive parents, and she picked up some bad habits, like exaggerating or bending the truth. Her adoptive father worked regular labor jobs, so it’s not like he would understand anything about high–end gemstones.”

As she spoke, Camille kept subtly watching Monica’s reaction.

But Monica remained completely composed, taking small, measured sips of her wine, her expression unreadable.

After finishing her third sip, Monica finally set the glass down and looked directly at Camille.

“That’s interesting,” she said evenly. “Because what I heard is that Elena’s adoptive parents are actually your biological parents. And after everything came out, you never went to see them. Is that true?”

Camille’s heart skipped.

For a split second, her composure nearly cracked, but she quickly forced herself back under control.

“That’s technically correct,” she replied, choosing her words carefully. “But the Hart family raised me for eighteen years. That kind of bond doesn’t just disappear. As for those two…. yes, they gave birth to me, but they never raised me. The moment they realized who I was, they showed up trying to claim me and even hinted at needing financial support. If reconnecting is about money, then I’d rather not reconnect at all.”

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As she spoke, Camille subtly dug her nails into her palm, forcing her eyes to redden.

If I want Monica on my side, I have to make this believable.

Even though Malcolm and Vivian had never actually asked her for money, she had no choice but to frame it that way.

Consider it compensation for everything I didn’t get.

The room fell into silence.

Monica looked at Camille quietly, her gaze sharp and penetrating, as though she were trying to see through every carefully constructed layer.

Camille felt a faint chill run down her spine under that scrutiny.

She quickly shifted the topic. “Monica, about the collaboration we discussed earlier…”

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