Still Your Dog? No, I'm Gone novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52
“Muttface?” Sophia turned around and slowly walked toward Camille. “You’re calling Max a muttface? Then, what does that make you?”
Camille lifted her chin, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the heiress of the Layton family, of course.”
Sophia let out a derisive snort and shook her head. “You’re only the Layton family heiress because of your last name. But strip that away, what are you then?”
Camille’s face darkened as she ground her teeth. I-”
Sophia interrupted, “Without the Layton name, Max is still Oakwell’s valedictorian. He’s a Blackthorne University honors graduate. He was also known as The Reaper of Brinstone Logistics. In three years, he generated over a billion in revenue for your family. What about you? Can you do that?”
“That’s his job!” Camille snarled through clenched teeth.
“Enough!” Sophia snapped, then glared at her. She went on, “Companies would kill to have a talent like him on their team, and you’re calling him a muttface? If that’s your definition of a muttface, then people like you are not even as good as dogs.”
“You… How dare you insult me!”
“That’s right. I am insulting you.” Sophia sneered. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, self- absorbed failure who isn’t even worthy of tying Max’s shoes.”
Camille’s face turned ashen from the verbal assault, completely at a loss for words.
As the Layton family heiress, she knew absolutely nothing about the company’s operations. She even needed the most basic contracts just to get some experience. Every word hit her where it hurt most.
Furious and unwilling to back down in front of us, she pointed at Sophia and snarled through gritted teeth.
“Some muttface buys you a trashy ten-thousand-dollar necklace and suddenly you’re his? That shows how cheap you really are.”
Sophia’s expression turned ice-cold as she frowned. “What did you just say?” she challenged.
Camille crossed her arms, her expression haughty. “I’m Chapter 52
“Muttface?” Sophia turned around and slowly walked toward Camille. “You’re calling Max a muttface? Then, what does that make you?”
Camille lifted her chin, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the heiress of the Layton family, of course.”
Sophia let out a derisive snort and shook her head. “You’re only the Layton family heiress because of your last name. But strip that away, what are you then?”
Camille’s face darkened as she ground her teeth. I-”
Sophia interrupted, “Without the Layton name, Max is still Oakwell’s valedictorian. He’s a Blackthorne University honors graduate. He was also known as The Reaper of Brinstone Logistics. In three years, he generated over a billion in revenue for your family. What about you? Can you do that?”
“That’s his job!” Camille snarled through clenched teeth.
“Enough!” Sophia snapped, then glared at her. She went on, “Companies would kill to have a talent like him on their team, and you’re calling him a muttface? If that’s your definition of a muttface, then people like you are not even as good as dogs.”
“You… How dare you insult me!”
“That’s right. I am insulting you.” Sophia sneered. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, self- absorbed failure who isn’t even worthy of tying Max’s shoes.”
Camille’s face turned ashen from the verbal assault, completely at a loss for words.
As the Layton family heiress, she knew absolutely nothing about the company’s operations. She even needed the most basic contracts just to get some experience. Every word hit her where it hurt most.
Furious and unwilling to back down in front of us, she pointed at Sophia and snarled through gritted teeth.
“Some muttface buys you a trashy ten-thousand-dollar necklace and suddenly you’re his? That shows how cheap you really are.”
Sophia’s expression turned ice-cold as she frowned. “What did you just say?” she challenged.
Camille crossed her arms, her expression haughty. “I’m saying, did you actually fall for this pathetic muttface at my
feet?”
“You…”
Sophia clenched her fists, ready to slap Camille, but I grabbed her arm.
Camille said, “But let me remind you that a dog that’s loyal to its master doesn’t just switch sides that easily. If he’s willing to follow you around now, he’ll do the same for the next person who comes along. Chapter 52
“Muttface?” Sophia turned around and slowly walked toward Camille. “You’re calling Max a muttface? Then, what does that make you?”
Camille lifted her chin, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the heiress of the Layton family, of course.”
Sophia let out a derisive snort and shook her head. “You’re only the Layton family heiress because of your last name. But strip that away, what are you then?”
Camille’s face darkened as she ground her teeth. I-”
Sophia interrupted, “Without the Layton name, Max is still Oakwell’s valedictorian. He’s a Blackthorne University honors graduate. He was also known as The Reaper of Brinstone Logistics. In three years, he generated over a billion in revenue for your family. What about you? Can you do that?”
“That’s his job!” Camille snarled through clenched teeth.
“Enough!” Sophia snapped, then glared at her. She went on, “Companies would kill to have a talent like him on their team, and you’re calling him a muttface? If that’s your definition of a muttface, then people like you are not even as good as dogs.”
“You… How dare you insult me!”
“That’s right. I am insulting you.” Sophia sneered. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, self- absorbed failure who isn’t even worthy of tying Max’s shoes.”
Camille’s face turned ashen from the verbal assault, completely at a loss for words.
As the Layton family heiress, she knew absolutely nothing about the company’s operations. She even needed the most basic contracts just to get some experience. Every word hit her where it hurt most.
Furious and unwilling to back down in front of us, she pointed at Sophia and snarled through gritted teeth.
“Some muttface buys you a trashy ten-thousand-dollar necklace and suddenly you’re his? That shows how cheap you really are.”
Sophia’s expression turned ice-cold as she frowned. “What did you just say?” she challenged.
Camille crossed her arms, her expression haughty. “I’m saying, did you actually fall for this pathetic muttface at my
feet?”
“You…”
Sophia clenched her fists, ready to slap Camille, but I grabbed her arm.
Camille said, “But let me remind you that a dog that’s loyal to its master doesn’t just switch sides that easily. If he’s willing to follow you around now, he’ll do the same for the next person who comes along.
“Whatever. I’m done with him. If you want to pick up my trash, be my guest.”
She straightened up, that smug look plastered back on her face as if nothing had just happened. Just like that, she was back to her untouchable heiress persona, looking down on
everyone.
Camille continued, “What you’re getting is just my leftovers. Don’t get too excited about it. You’ve probably never seen him on his knees, begging like a dog, have you?”
She turned to me and asked, “Max, do you want me to help you remember those good times?” No matter how much she tried to get under my skin, I kept my expression neutral. These childish insults couldn’t possibly hurt me.
“Camille, you’re so pathetic!” Sophia’s voice dripped with contempt.
“Ha! Think whatever you want,” Camille said. She stood with her hands on her hips with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.
“Taking my unwanted trash and treating it like treasure-how desperate are you?”
Camille shamelessly hurled insults at me right in front of Sophia.
Three years of tormenting me still wasn’t enough for her. Even after my contract expired, she had to chase me down for one last humiliation.
Sophia stepped in front of me, creating a barrier between Camille and me. She stared coldly at Camille, her expression dark and menacing.
She said, “Trash? Fine. You’re going to find out that letting Max go was the biggest mistake of your life, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. I’ll be watching when you’re crawling back and crying about what you threw away.”
One was a refined, educated heiress with class and intelligence, while the other was a spoiled socialite who’d wasted her life on booze and men a complete trainwreck. Camille wasn’t even in the same league as Sophia.
Camille just stood there, speechless.
Once Sophia and I got in the car, Camille finally found her voice again. She flew into a rage, stomping her feet and screaming, “Who does he think he is to lecture me? I’m the Layton family heiress. If he won’t be my dog, plenty of others will.”

“Whatever. I’m done with him. If you want to pick up my trash, be my guest.”
She straightened up, that smug look plastered back on her face as if nothing had just happened. Just like that, she was back to her untouchable heiress persona, looking down on
everyone.
Camille continued, “What you’re getting is just my leftovers. Don’t get too excited about it. You’ve probably never seen him on his knees, begging like a dog,Chapter 52
“Muttface?” Sophia turned around and slowly walked toward Camille. “You’re calling Max a muttface? Then, what does that make you?”
Camille lifted her chin, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the heiress of the Layton family, of course.”
Sophia let out a derisive snort and shook her head. “You’re only the Layton family heiress because of your last name. But strip that away, what are you then?”
Camille’s face darkened as she ground her teeth. I-”
Sophia interrupted, “Without the Layton name, Max is still Oakwell’s valedictorian. He’s a Blackthorne University honors graduate. He was also known as The Reaper of Brinstone Logistics. In three years, he generated over a billion in revenue for your family. What about you? Can you do that?”
“That’s his job!” Camille snarled through clenched teeth.
“Enough!” Sophia snapped, then glared at her. She went on, “Companies would kill to have a talent like him on their team, and you’re calling him a muttface? If that’s your definition of a muttface, then people like you are not even as good as dogs.”
“You… How dare you insult me!”
“That’s right. I am insulting you.” Sophia sneered. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, self- absorbed failure who isn’t even worthy of tying Max’s shoes.”
Camille’s face turned ashen from the verbal assault, completely at a loss for words.
As the Layton family heiress, she knew absolutely nothing about the company’s operations. She even needed the most basic contracts just to get some experience. Every word hit her where it hurt most.
Furious and unwilling to back down in front of us, she pointed at Sophia and snarled through gritted teeth.
“Some muttface buys you a trashy ten-thousand-dollar necklace and suddenly you’re his? That shows how cheap you really are.”
Sophia’s expression turned ice-cold as she frowned. “What did you just say?” she challenged.
Camille crossed her arms, her expression haughty. “I’m saying, did you actually fall for this pathetic muttface at my
feet?”
“You…”
Sophia clenched her fists, ready to slap Camille, but I grabbed her arm.
Camille said, “But let me remind you that a dog that’s loyal to its master doesn’t just switch sides that easily. If he’s willing to follow you around now, he’ll do the same for the next person who comes along.
“Whatever. I’m done with him. If you want to pick up my trash, be my guest.”
She straightened up, that smug look plastered back on her face as if nothing had just happened. Just like that, she was back to her untouchable heiress persona, looking down on
everyone.
Camille continued, “What you’re getting is just my leftovers. Don’t get too excited about it. You’ve probably never seen him on his knees, begging like a dog, have you?”
She turned to me and asked, “Max, do you want me to help you remember those good times?” No matter how much she tried to get under my skin, I kept my expression neutral. These childish insults couldn’t possibly hurt me.
“Camille, you’re so pathetic!” Sophia’s voice dripped with contempt.
“Ha! Think whatever you want,” Camille said. She stood with her hands on her hips with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.
“Taking my unwanted trash and treating it like treasure-how desperate are you?”
Camille shamelessly hurled insults at me right in front of Sophia.
Three years of tormenting me still wasn’t enough for her. Even after my contract expired, she had to chase me down for one last humiliation.
Sophia stepped in front of me, creating a barrier between Camille and me. She stared coldly at Camille, her expression dark and menacing.
She said, “Trash? Fine. You’re going to find out that letting Max go was the biggest mistake of your life, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. I’ll be watching when you’re crawling back and crying about what you threw away.”
One was a refined, educated heiress with class and intelligence, while the other was a spoiled socialite who’d wasted her life on booze and men a complete trainwreck. Camille wasn’t even in the same league as Sophia.
Camille just stood there, speechless.
Once Sophia and I got in the car, Camille finally found her voice again. She flew into a rage, stomping her feet and screaming, “Who does he think he is to lecture me? I’m the Layton family heiress. If he won’t be my dog, plenty of others will.”
have you?”
She turned to me and asked, “Max, do you want me to help you remember those good times?” No matter how much she tried to get under my skin, I kept my expression neutral. These childish insults couldn’t possibly hurt me.
“Camille, you’re so pathetic!” Sophia’s voice dripped with contempt.
“Ha! Think whatever you want,” Camille said. She stood with her hands on her hips with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.
“Taking my unwanted trash and treating it like treasure-how desperate are you?”
Camille shamelessly hurled insults at me right in front of Sophia.
Three years of tormenting me still wasn’t enough for her. Even after my contract expired, she had to chase me down for one last humiliation.
Sophia stepped in front of me, creating a barrier between Camille and me. She stared coldly at Camille, her expression dark and menacing.
She said, “Trash? Fine. You’re going to find out that letting Max go was the biggest mistake of your life, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. I’ll be watching when you’re crawling back and crying about what you threw away.”
One was a refined, educated heiress with class and intelligence, while the other was a spoiled socialite who’d wasted her life on booze and men a complete trainwreck. Camille wasn’t even in the same league as Sophia.
Camille just stood there, speechless.
Once Sophia and I got in the car, Camille finally found her voice again. She flew into a rage, stomping her feet and screaming, “Who does he think he is to lecture me? I’m the Layton family heiress. If he won’t be my dog, plenty of others will.”
, did you actually fall for this pathetic muttface at my
feet?”
“You…”
Sophia clenched her fists, ready to slap Camille, but I grabbed her arm.
Camille said, “But let me remind you that a dog that’s loyal to its master doesn’t just switch sides that easily. If he’s willing to follow you around now, he’ll do the same for the next person who comes along.
“Whatever. I’m done with him. If you want to pick up my trash, be my guest.”
She straightened up, that smug look plastered back on her face as if nothing had just happened. Just like that, she was back to her untouchable heiress persona, looking down on
everyone.
Camille continued, “What you’re getting is just my leftovers. Don’t get too excited about it. You’ve probably never seen him on his knees, begging like a dog, have you?”
She turned to me and asked, “Max, do you want me to help you remember those good times?” No matter how much she tried to get under my skin, I kept my expression neutral. These childish insults couldn’t possibly hurt me.
“Camille, you’re so pathetic!” Sophia’s voice dripped with contempt.
“Ha! Think whatever you want,” Camille said. She stood with her hands on her hips with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.
“Taking my unwanted trash and treating it like treasure-how desperate are you?”
Camille shamelessly hurled insults at me right in front of Sophia.
Three years of tormenting me still wasn’t enough for her. Even after my contract expired, she had to chase me down for one last humiliation.
Sophia stepped in front of me, creating a barrier between Camille and me. She stared coldly at Camille, her expression dark and menacing.
She said, “Trash? Fine. You’re going to find out that letting Max go was the biggest mistake of your life, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. I’ll be watching when you’re crawling back and crying about what you threw away.”
One was a refined, educated heiress with class and intelligence, while the other was a spoiled socialite who’d wasted her life on booze and men a complete trainwreck. Camille wasn’t even in the same league as Sophia.
Camille just stood there, speechless.
Once Sophia and I got in the car, Camille finally found her voice again. She flew into a rage, stomping her feet and screaming, “Who does he think he is to lecture me? I’m the Layton family heiress. If he won’t be my dog, plenty of others will.”