Chapter 151 Drugging
Simon leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Remember that time at the hotel? You helped me out big time. I always repay my debts. Even though you and Leopold are done, I still owe you, and I'm gonna make it right."
He'd just puffed through two cigarettes, and it had been about twenty minutes. Why hadn't Camilla just called him directly?
Oliver had said he had connections, and it was solid. So why hadn't Camilla figured it out?
Simon chuckled, "Looking for a good editor, huh? I'll shoot you the contact info in a sec."
Camilla wasn't the type to be ungrateful or play it cool. He had given her a golden opportunity, only an idiot would say no.
"Thanks."
"Just paying back the favor."
After hanging up, Simon quickly found the editor's contact on WhatsApp, ready to send it over. Then it hit him—he didn't have Camilla's WhatsApp!
He called her, "Add me on WhatsApp. Don't worry, I'm not Marcus; I don't have any weird intentions towards a friend's ex. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can delete my contact after I send the editors' contact."
Camilla replied, "Added."
"Cool." He sent the contact, pocketed his phone, and headed back to the private room.
Oliver looked up, "You were gone forever. Did you fall in?"
"Shut up!"
The woman clung to him as he returned, "Simon, you left me behind."
"If I didn't, should I have taken you to the men's room?" Simon teased, patting her cheek.
She gave him a playful glare. "Simon, how about you pick me tonight?"
Simon smirked, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Her smile wavered, a hint of disappointment showing. These rich scions were generous and smooth talkers, but they could be stone-cold too.
By the time they wrapped up, it was almost midnight.
The three of them walked to the bar entrance. Simon asked, "How are you two getting home?"
Leopold said, "I called a driver."
Oliver said, "I didn't drive today, so I'll grab a cab. What about you?"
Simon replied, "I'll crash at a hotel tonight."
"That's not like you, going to a hotel solo?"
"If I wanted company, it's just a call away."
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Don't overdo it."
"Relax, I know my limits. Hey, my ride's here, I'm out."
"Wait," Oliver grabbed him, "You heard on the phone earlier, Camilla needed help finding a reliable editor."
"Yeah, yeah, stop nagging. I already sent her the contact info." Simon waved him off.
"Huh? When? How come I didn't know?" Oliver perked up.
"When I went to the bathroom."
"But you two weren't even friends on WhatsApp, how'd you send it?"
"Can't we add each other?"
"Wait a minute, since when are you so helpful? You're not like Marcus, are you..."
"Stop! Stop!" Simon quickly cut him off, glancing at Leopold, whose face was dark as coal.
"I'm helping Camilla purely to repay a favor. Don't pin any false accusations on me!"
One Marcus was enough.
Simon thought, 'With so many women in the world, why fixate on a friend's?'
Even if it was an ex, Simon found it distasteful.
Oliver sighed in relief, "That's more like it."
"Let go, I'm getting in the car."
"Alright." Oliver released him.
Suddenly, Leopold spoke, "Are you helping her because of our friendship?"
Simon paused as he opened the car door, then turned and smiled. "Not really."
Leopold's eyes narrowed as he looked at Oliver, suspicion all over his face. "Have you guys been in touch with her since we broke up?"
Oliver nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, I talk to Camilla pretty often. Why?"
Simon squinted, like he was seeing right through everything. "I know what you're getting at."
"You're wondering if Oliver and I are still in touch with Camilla because of our relationship with you or because of Camilla herself." Simon paused for a moment. "Let me be clear, it's because of Camilla herself, not you. I'm pretty sure Oliver feels the same way."
Leopold frowned. "Why?"
Simon chuckled. "Isn't it all about give and take between people? Friendships build naturally through mutual exchanges. Do you think Camilla was just a shadow during those six years with you? We met at least two or three times a month, right? We had plenty of chances to interact with her. Oliver, if I remember correctly, Camilla helped you fix your computer and even wrote some programs, right?"
"Yeah!" Oliver nodded enthusiastically. "Camilla's great at programming. Once, I almost got scammed in a project investment, but Camilla wrote an automatic accounting program that helped me sort out the mess."
"And that time..." Oliver kept talking, but Leopold was getting more and more confused.
The Camilla they were describing—was she really the same person who stayed home every day, waiting for him to come back, arranging everything meticulously?
Oliver said, "Don't just single me out. Didn't Camilla help you too..."
Simon cut him off. "That's enough, I'm outta here. You two should head back early too."
With that, he quickly got into the cab.
Camilla received the contact Simon sent, clicked on it, and requested to add as a friend.
The request was immediately accepted, triggering an automated message: [Hello, if you are an author, please leave your submission and contact information. If you are a partner, for urgent matters, please call (555)123...]
Camilla thought for a moment and followed the instructions, sending one of Bella's suspense novels from last year in a Word document, along with her phone number.
It was probably too late, as there was no response from the other side.
She didn't mind, thinking she might get a reply in a couple of days.
It was dark when Leopold got home.
As expected, Amara was still standing at the door, smiling like a greeter.
In this regard, he couldn't help but admire Amara's persistence.
Amara reached out to support him, but before she could touch Leopold, she was almost knocked out by the smell of alcohol.
Leopold called Mira to help him upstairs.
He had only had two drinks today and wasn't drunk at all.
But if he pretended to be drunk, Amara wouldn't cling to him, putting on airs and nagging endlessly.
So, it was better to pretend to be drunk.
Mira quickly helped him upstairs to the master bedroom, then went back down to make some hangover soup.
"Mira, I heard you've watched Leopold grow up?" Amara, in her nightgown, stood in the kitchen, smiling as she chatted with Mira.
"Amara, do you need something? The kitchen isn't safe. You should go to the living room or back to your bedroom to rest."
Mira thought, 'At least don't nag in my ear, it's annoying!'
Amara acted as if she didn't hear, smiling brightly. "Then you must often make hangover soup for him?"
Mira said, "Not really. When Camilla was around, she handled all this. Leopold preferred her cooking."
While Mira turned to get a bowl, Amara quickly poured the powder she had in her hand into the pot.
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