The Miracle of You

Harold immediately let go of Camille, but he did not move an inch from his position. In fact, he almost seemed smug.

‘How foolish,’ Camille thought in her head, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“What were you doing just now?” Christian’s voice was icy cold.

“Just talking with your little secretary,” Harold had the guts to respond.

“Excuse me?”

Meanwhile, Camille took a few steps back, dusting off her collar and fixing her blouse in place. She could not keep the disgust off her expression. She would let Christian deal with this now, thank god.

That just now was one of the most revolting situations she had ever been placed into. Normally she would pummel touchy men like that into the ground, but seeing as this was one of the more influential men in the city, she could not afford to be too hasty. Reputation mattered in this town, unfortunately.

She also did not want to be in the spotlight too much. The Callahans made sure that her new identity was not suspicious at all and pulled a lot of strings so that it would be almost impossible for anyone to find out about her real background unless they already knew her from the past or had a lot of power and connections.

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She had been steeling herself for the day when her engagement to Christian would be made public. Of course, her parents and her brothers would read about it, and she couldn’t even imagine how much disbelief – and possibly betrayal – her brothers would experience, but her parents…

She doubted they would recognize her, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Her appearance had changed a lot by now, so they probably wouldn’t care.

But just in case, she had to make sure that she never met them in person. Otherwise, they might really recognize her.

She trusted that her brothers wouldn’t say anything, but she still had to think about how to deal with the matter if it came up.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the last part of the argument between the two men in the room.

“I am not going to listen to you any longer.” Christian shook his head. “Now scram while I am still being polite.”

“Hah!” Harold laughed. “You can’t tell me what to do, Mr. Callahan. Let’s just skip the animosity right now, shall we? How about a deal?”

“No. Leave.” The underlying threat in Christian’s voice was almost palpable.

Harold clicked his tongue and shook his head. For some reason, he seemed quite courageous today. “It’s very simple, Mr. Callahan. I discovered some things about you and your family, you know.”

Christian folded his arms across his chest, his gaze impatient. “Get to the point,” he snarled.

“I know more than you think. You Callahans have a lot of secrets, don’t you?” Harold smirked. “If you can give me your beautiful secretary in exchange, I will reconsider selling the information to the media anonymously.”

Christian barked out a short laugh. “That’s your plan? How foolish. You are not even certain if your information is credible enough. Do you have hard evidence? Do you have enough to ruin me? Are your sources trustworthy?”

Harold laughed as well. “You would do well not to underestimate me, lad. I did not decide to ‘persuade’ you like this today if I am not confident in the information that I have.”

“Is that so?” Christian moved towards him threateningly. “Well then, I would be glad to hear you out.”

“Hold it right there! You’re about to hit me, aren’t you? That would be unwise, Mr. Callahan. After all…” Harold smirked as he showed his phone screen to Christian. “I am recording this entire thing. So for your sake, it’s best not to be too rash.”

Harold gestured something with his hand, and in an instant, two bodyguards flanked him on either side, looking both large and imposing. Christian was quite tall, but the bodyguards seemed to be almost as tall as him. There wasn’t much of a difference, to be honest.

Christian’s bodyguards also stood behind him, ready to protect their boss.

But even Christian knew that he had to handle this situation wisely.

If Harold Huckington were a small fry, he wouldn’t have the slightest hesitation. But as much as he hated to admit it, the man had some notable connections in town.

It had been speculated a few years ago that Harold’s family had good relations with some powerful families. They weren’t as influential as the Callahans and the McGregors, but it would still be trouble if those clans joined forces.

Christian gritted his teeth. ‘Did he come prepared for all this?’ he wondered. ‘What exactly is it that he found out that made him be this cocky?’

Meanwhile, Camille was shocked. She had never expected that Harold was recording everything since the start.

‘He has crucial information on the Callahans,’ she thought. ‘That’s why he’s brave enough to declare it out loud. Christian must have a lot of things on his mind right now.’

‘Damn it. This isn’t any of my business. Why do I have to get caught up in all this mess?’

When she looked over at her boss, she could almost feel the killing intent in his eyes. Christian was furious, and everyone in the room could feel it.

“Leave right now and stop causing a commotion in my company,” Christian said in a calm, controlled voice. “If you’re trying to get something out of me, then it won’t work. This attitude of yours is unbecoming. I never expected that you’re actually this kind of person, Mr. Huckington.”

Harold only laughed harder in response. “Oh, dear Mr. Callahan. You don’t have any idea, do you?” He smirked. “Would you like a little hint about what I found out?”

Christian frowned. “I will give you ten seconds to leave. Otherwise, I will be forced to call security. One… Two…”

However, Harold seemed unfazed. He continued on, “I wonder if you know anything about this?”

He grinned.

“About what really happened to your mother, Pamela Callahan, and the truth about her death.”