Chapter 20 Save My Number If he had said that to any other woman, they would have been over the moon. Nolan Group was not a
place where anyone could enter just because they wanted to, much less be personally invited by the
company president, Silas Nolan. But who was Camila Brooklyn? She was also from a rich and powerful
family herself. She did not need to depend on anyone to be able to live a luxurious life.
Her son had applied for that position for her out of his own volition, and she only decided to go to
appease herself. However, she was well aware of the hardships that came with working for someone
else-once was more than enough for her. South was staring at her with glimmering eyes. Say yes! Say
yes! She felt her son’s gaze on her. But, even though Silas was handsome, he simply was not her cup of
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She smiled at him. “I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Nolan, but I’m planning on opening my own fashion
studio. I’m currently starting preparations.” The burning excitement in South’s eyes died down, and he
pouted in anguish. This is too hard.
It was too difficult to bring those two people together. Nevertheless, Silas had an understanding look on
his face and did not look dismayed. He sighed. “Looks like it’s Nolan Group’s loss!”
She smiled. “Don’t say that, Mr. Nolan. There are other people besides me.”
He lifted a corner of his lips. “Okay, as long as you don’t take what I said before to heart.” “I won’t. I’m
grateful for your help earlier too,” she answered. “Don’t mention it. Call me if they ever harass you again.
You should save my number.” Save your number? I’m not even planning on keeping in touch with you.
But South gave him her phone right away. “Here, Uncle Silas!” Camila wanted to cry. Whose son is this?
She glared at the little fellow and was going to snatch her phone back when Silas intercepted, “I’ll put in
my number.” His long fingers made the phone seem like a toy in his hands. He was only putting in his
number but the sight of it was pleasant to watch. Once he was done, he gave her phone back to her and
said, “You can always come look for me if there’s a problem. I meant what I said.” Seeing the surprise in
her face, he quickly added, “Your sense of justice saved my
grandfather and I’m very grateful for that. I’m also quite fond of your son. You’re a friend to me now.”
Camila smiled but was unmoved by his words. “You don’t have to be so courteous. Needless to say, you
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She was unwilling to give him a chance to get friendly either. He said helplessly, “I admit that I was wrong
about you once, but we still have a lot of time. We can slowly resolve this.”
She let out a small smile. “Okay.”
Every one of her sentences felt like a dead end.
He was unable to find another excuse to stay, so he got up. “Okay then. Call me if there’s anything. I’ll
leave you alone now.” As he spoke, he rubbed South’s head. “You can come and look for me in the
future.” A wide grin appeared on South’s face as he nodded aggressively. “Yes, sir!” Camila also stood
up and smiled politely. “I’ll see you out.” She sent him off and bid him farewell.
When she returned, she sat right in front of South with a grim expression on her face. “What is up with
you?” He pretended to be oblivious. “What’s wrong, Mommy?” “Does your leg really hurt that much?” she
asked while looking straight at him.