They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179 Whoever Messes With Carmila Will Pay

Giovani stood at the doorway, his tailored black sunt perfectly accentuating kis tall, contranding Agre

The moment Giovani saw Camila in such a sorry state, his deep set eyes ignited with a blazing fung

He strode forward and delivered a swift, precise kick, sending Charlie, who was chitching Camis sightly spawning sans the floor.

Charlie’s hefty frame crashed to the ground like a toppled wall, landing with a heary find Hele ofigans Our we writhed in agony.

Unbothered by the frosting smeared all over her, Giovani gently puffed Camila into his arms, his hand softly stroking her back in comfort.

Camila clung to his coat tightly, trembling as though it was her only lifeline, finding solace in his protection cases

The room fell into stunned silence the moment Giovani appeared. Every gaze was fixed on firm, frozen in Gobele

Giovani’s presence was overpowering. His tailored black suit emphasized his tall, imposing figure. His high rose bridge and tightly pressed lips added to his stern appearance, white his undeniable authority left ex prevored to the soot

It took them a long moment to snap out of their daze.

“Who the hell do you think you are, hitting our classmate? Are you trying to get yourself killed

“You look sharp, but do you even know where you are? This is the VIP room at the Reagon Hotel Or dassmate, Gerec highly regarded by Mr. Campbell, the CEO of the Campbell Group. Mess with us, and you’re going against Mr. Campbell himself.”

“Hey, handsome, are you friends with Camila? Let me give you a piece of advice–she’s trash tesz vreses boyfriend and has a criminal record. Someone like you shouldn’t get involved with someone so gross

The crowd chimed in one after another, their voices overlapping in a chactic cacophony.

George stood off to the side, his earlier smugness vanishing without a trace. He stared at Carrila, who was now held protectively in Giovani’s arms. His mind was racing but unable to form a single coherent thought

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the noise around him drowned out his words. He was left standing there, his gaze flickering nervously, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Giovani’s icy gaze swept across the room, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines wherever it landed.

Finally, Giovani’s eyes locked onto George. “So, you’re the impressive classmate they were talking about?” Glovani’s voice was low and frigid.

A sense of dread crept into George’s heart. His legs felt weak, but he forced himself to stand tall and quickly plastered a flattering smile on his face. “Y–Yes, that’s me… Mr. Campbell, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Giovani’s stare could freeze the air. “I booked this room. Do you really need me to explain why I’m here?”

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions shifting rapidly–from arrogance to shock, and finally, to sheer

terror.

They realized this impeccably dressed man was none other than the CEO of the Campbell Group. And seeing the way he held Camila so protectively, they began to wonder if he was really her fiancé.

The men immediately looked very respectful, bending slightly with smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, the women gazed at Giovani with admiration. Their eyes gleamed with desire and calculation, as if they were planning how to get close to this powerful tycoon.

Patricia’s eyes were glued to Giovani. She was unable to tear her gaze away for even a second.

Earlier, she had been vicious to Camila. Now, she put on a sweet and gentle facade, her voice soft and syrupy as she said,” Mr. Campbell, that woman was shamelessly throwing herself at George. We had to step in to set her straight.”

As she spoke, she tossed her hair lightly, trying to showcase her charm. Yet Giovani didn’t even spare her a glance, treating her as if she were nothing more than thin air.

His gaze remained fixed on George as he continued, his tone cold and commanding, “Who allowed you to get in the room I booked? And who gave you the right to ruin the cake I ordered for my friend?”

George’s legs nearly gave out as he shook like celebration. If I had known, I swear I wouldn’t h.

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know this was your reservation for a birthday

“It’s all their fault. I only came here because they were in Room 101, George explained, pointing at his classmates.

His classmates, seeing him shift the blame so shamelessly, quickly distanced themselves. After all, the CEO of the Campbell Group was not someone they could afford to offend.

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Chapter 179 Whoever Messes With Camila Will Pay

“This has nothing to do with us. It was George who told us to come to Room 101, someone said, defending themselves. “Bullshit! I said Room 107. You’re the ones who went to the wrong room, so why blame me?” George quickly shot back. “You’re the one who used Mr. Campbell’s name to throw your weight around,” one of his classmates snapped. Giovani, clearly uninterested in their petty squabbling, cut them off with a cold, dismissive tone. “George, the sales manager, correct? You’re fired.”

George’s eyes widened in shock. “Mr. Campbell, please, no! I didn’t mean to! I beg you, give me another chance!”

*A chance?” Giovani’s voice was icy, his words cutting like a blade. “Did you ever give my fiancée a chance to speak for herself?”

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone’s faces turned crimson with embarrassment.

Giovani turned to Sean, who stood behind him, and commanded, “Make sure any company working with the Campbell Group is banned from hiring George. If anyone dares, they’ll be going against me personally.”

George’s body trembled violently, his heart sinking into despair. He knew he was finished.

Giovani turned to the Reagon Hotel’s manager and said, “Since they love cake so much, let’s make sure they get their fill. Have the hotel prepare a five–tier cake for each of them every day for a month. They can’t leave until every crumb is gone.” With that, he strode out of the private room, carrying Camila in his arms, leaving behind a group of people trembling in fear. The cake was delicious, but eating a five–tier cake every day for a whole month seemed like a form of torture. And considering the inevitable weight gain, they imagined themselves ballooning in size.

As Giovani carried Camila toward the entrance of the Reagon Hotel, they ran straight into Turner and Lucy.

The moment Lucy saw Camila’s disheveled appearance, her heart tightened. “What happened to Camila?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Hazel, her eyes red and swollen, recounted everything that had happened in the private room.

Lucy’s fists clenched tightly. ‘Was Camila cursed to attract scumbags wherever she went? Why did she always run into the worst kinds of people?

‘Mr. Campbell’s punishment was far too lenient. I’ll need to handle these people myself and make sure they’ll regret it for the rest of their lives. With these thoughts in her mind, a cold, murderous glint flashed in her eyes.

Turner, standing beside Lucy, frowned deeply. He had seen Lucy’s methods before–brutal, bloody, and dangerously close to crossing the line.

He grabbed her arm and shook his head at her, but Lucy shrugged him off and strode purposefully toward the private room.