Fiancé Cheated... So I Took His Rival’s Deal - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Noel smirked to himself. 'She's always been broke and money-hungry. The second she hears her paycheck's disappeared, she'll come crawling back.'
But instead of the desperate plea he expected, Camila's icy laugh crackled through the phone. "Mr. Anderson, seems nobody bothered to tell you—I already quit."
"Quit? Since when?" Noel's voice sharpened. "Why wasn't I notified?"
Camila's tone was breezy. "You've got bigger fish to fry. Someone like me leaving? Hardly worth your notice."
That steady, unshaken delivery told him she wasn't joking. Noel's face darkened. His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "You don't quit without my say-so. Who the hell gave you that right? Consider this vetoed. Get your ass back to work."
Camila snorted. "Save the power trip for Shirley. This unhinged CEO routine? Not intimidating—just pathetic." Click. Before he could fire back, she'd hung up and blocked him.
Noel stared at his phone, his expression stormy enough to darken the room. The air around him crackled with tension.
Tyrell, hovering nearby, could practically see his breath in the sudden chill. He kept his mouth shut but thought, When the boss explodes, we're the ones who get burned. This paycheck isn't worth the damn headache.
After what felt like hours in line, Camila finally reached the front desk. "I'd like to register with Dr. Quilter," she said, referencing the senior traditional medicine specialist Brenden had suggested.
The receptionist winced. "Sorry, but Dr. Quilter's booked solid until next month. If you're willing to wait, I can schedule you now."
Camila's stomach dropped. Next month? Mr. Moone's tour is next month. If I don't start treatment now, how am I supposed to—
"Ms. Bateman?" The receptionist's voice snapped her back.
Camila forced a polite smile, though her face had paled. "Yes, please book it."
"Of course." The woman nodded.
Five minutes later, Camila stepped outside, clutching her paperwork. The sky hung heavy and gray, matching her mood. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.
Am I really about to lose this chance again?
Up on the hospital's top floor, a high-stakes conference was underway. The room buzzed with department heads, Ivy League professors, and elite cardiac surgeons—all gathered for a presentation on a groundbreaking aortic surgery study. The atmosphere was electric.
At the podium stood Johnathon. Impeccable in his white coat, he cut a striking figure—sharp features, effortless poise, his voice steady as he detailed the research. The remote clicked smoothly in his long fingers.
Then, mid-sentence, his gaze flicked to the window. He froze.
The abrupt silence had heads turning in confusion.
Johnathon glanced outside again, then set the remote down with startling abruptness. "Excuse me—something urgent." His voice stayed calm, but he was already moving. "We'll take a short break."
Before anyone could react, he snatched his phone and strode out, his steps quick and purposeful toward the elevators.
Right on cue, the doors slid open. By the time his assistant reached the hallway, Johnathon was gone.
But instead of the desperate plea he expected, Camila's icy laugh crackled through the phone. "Mr. Anderson, seems nobody bothered to tell you—I already quit."
"Quit? Since when?" Noel's voice sharpened. "Why wasn't I notified?"
Camila's tone was breezy. "You've got bigger fish to fry. Someone like me leaving? Hardly worth your notice."
That steady, unshaken delivery told him she wasn't joking. Noel's face darkened. His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "You don't quit without my say-so. Who the hell gave you that right? Consider this vetoed. Get your ass back to work."
Camila snorted. "Save the power trip for Shirley. This unhinged CEO routine? Not intimidating—just pathetic." Click. Before he could fire back, she'd hung up and blocked him.
Noel stared at his phone, his expression stormy enough to darken the room. The air around him crackled with tension.
Tyrell, hovering nearby, could practically see his breath in the sudden chill. He kept his mouth shut but thought, When the boss explodes, we're the ones who get burned. This paycheck isn't worth the damn headache.
After what felt like hours in line, Camila finally reached the front desk. "I'd like to register with Dr. Quilter," she said, referencing the senior traditional medicine specialist Brenden had suggested.
The receptionist winced. "Sorry, but Dr. Quilter's booked solid until next month. If you're willing to wait, I can schedule you now."
Camila's stomach dropped. Next month? Mr. Moone's tour is next month. If I don't start treatment now, how am I supposed to—
"Ms. Bateman?" The receptionist's voice snapped her back.
Camila forced a polite smile, though her face had paled. "Yes, please book it."
"Of course." The woman nodded.
Five minutes later, Camila stepped outside, clutching her paperwork. The sky hung heavy and gray, matching her mood. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.
Am I really about to lose this chance again?
Up on the hospital's top floor, a high-stakes conference was underway. The room buzzed with department heads, Ivy League professors, and elite cardiac surgeons—all gathered for a presentation on a groundbreaking aortic surgery study. The atmosphere was electric.
At the podium stood Johnathon. Impeccable in his white coat, he cut a striking figure—sharp features, effortless poise, his voice steady as he detailed the research. The remote clicked smoothly in his long fingers.
Then, mid-sentence, his gaze flicked to the window. He froze.
The abrupt silence had heads turning in confusion.
Johnathon glanced outside again, then set the remote down with startling abruptness. "Excuse me—something urgent." His voice stayed calm, but he was already moving. "We'll take a short break."
Before anyone could react, he snatched his phone and strode out, his steps quick and purposeful toward the elevators.
Right on cue, the doors slid open. By the time his assistant reached the hallway, Johnathon was gone.
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