Still Your Dog? No, I'm Gone novel Chapter 14

The food slid slowly down my face.

I met Camille’s glare, staying calm and composed

“I fell asleep last night,” I said casually.

“And did I give you permission to rest?

“Max, you’re my lapdog. Without my command, what right do you have to sleep?”

She glared daggers at me, like she wanted to rip me apart.

I ignored her words, simply waiting to see what she’d do next.

“Ms. Layton, you’re here! Please, calm down…” Vernon stepped in quickly, trying to lighten the pressure on me.

But Camille didn’t flinch. Her stare remained fixed on me. It was sharp and unyielding.

Lately, I wasn’t the same person I used to be.

I’d pushed back again and again, and it was clearly getting under her skin.

She was desperate to find a way to punish me.

But after three years and all the lessons she’d thrown my way, I’d already been through hell.

At this point, she probably didn’t have any new tricks left to try.

At last, she spoke.

“What are you waiting for? Get to work! I’ll be the one supervising you today,” Camille barked. Her voice was thick with anger.

“Ms. Layton, Mr. Wexler hasn’t eaten lunch yet. How can he be expected to work on an empty stomach?” Vernon said, his tone tinged with helplessness.

His eyes flicked toward Camille, silently questioning how she could be so oblivious.

But with her status, he didn’t dare push too hard.

“I don’t care if he has the strength or not! Move it!”

Without a word, I turned and walked out of the cafeteria.

The stares came as always–some with judgment, others with pity.

But those looks had stopped affecting me a long time ago.

The sticky mess clinging to me felt awful, but I still climbed onto the truck and started moving

cargo.

When I glanced back, Vernon had already set up a chair and was holding a sunshade over

Camille.

She sat there like royalty. A mocking smile tugged at her lips as she watched me.

“You filthy mutt! What are you looking at? Keep working!”

I looked away and said nothing.

If it weren’t for my physical endurance, I probably would’ve collapsed by now.

I thought I’d be stuck doing this all day.

Out of nowhere, a Rolls–Royce pulled into the warehouse.

Benson stepped out. His face was grim and unyielding.

Camille’s confident smirk faded the instant she spotted him.

“Dad? What are you doing here?

“Max wouldn’t answer my calls, so I figured I’d come teach him a lesson.”

Camille didn’t miss a beat, slipping straight into her classic victim act.

“And do you really think I’d buy that?” Benson snorted, silencing her with just one sentence.

Camille opened her mouth to argue, but the icy glare in Benson’s eyes froze her instantly.

“Max, go get cleaned up. I’ll wait for you in the car,” Benson said, giving me a faint smile. Without another word, he grabbed Camille by the arm and led her back to the Rolls–Royce.

As I stepped off the truck, I walked past Vernon and said, “Thank you.”

Benson’s arrival was almost certainly the result of Vernon’s call.

Vernon just gave a knowing wink and said nothing.

After showering and changing into clean work clothes, I climbed into Benson’s car.

Camille’s eyes were red, clearly the result of a harsh scolding from Benson.

But it didn’t affect me at all.

I didn’t care whether she thrived or fell.

All that mattered were the last twenty–something days of my contract.

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