?<strong>Chapter 1589:</strong>


    All day long, she had bottled up her frustration because of Camille, but now her patience had snapped like an overstretched string.


    Who did this woman think she was, using her allure to climb the ranks, and yet daring to challenge her authority?


    Corrie’s eyes lingered on Camille’s youthful features, her gaze brimming with envy. Camille was younger, sure—but so what? Once upon a time, she herself had been far more radiant than Camille.


    Brook, rising from his seat, broke the tense silence. “It’s alright. Let her say what’s on her mind.”


    Corrie snorted in derision before storming out of the room, her heels echoing like a gavel striking judgment.


    Elyse frowned. “Do you think she’ll try to hurt you?”


    Brook chuckled softly. “She wouldn’t dare. She’ll just let off steam and hurlints my way.”


    Jayden, his chin cradled in his hand, spoke with a calm detachment. “Don’t underestimate her. She’s teetering on the edge. When people reach their breaking point, they often show their true colors.”


    He paused briefly, then added with emphasis, “Remember our n. We can’t afford for her to see through it.”


    Brook’s smile carried a quiet confidence. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to fumble this. If she does reveal her intentions, it’ll be exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”


    With that, he strode out of the room, his steps measured andposed.


    The moment the door clicked shut, Elyse let out an exasperated sigh. “This dinner felt so tense.”


    Jayden, everposed, reassured her, “It’ll all be over soon.”


    Then, turning his attention to Camille, he asked pointedly, “What about you? When do you n to end this arrangement with Brook?”


    The question caught Camille off guard. Her face betrayed a mix of flustered surprise and uncertainty.


    Elyse, noticing her reaction, leaned forward with curiosity. “Wait a second—didn’t Brook tell you we’re on the same side?”


    Camille froze, her eyes darting between Elyse and Jayden, as if trying to determine whether this was a trap.


    Jayden offered a calm exnation. “I asked Brook to find someone who could convincingly y the role of his girlfriend. You’ve done an incredible job; we honestly believed it at first.”


    Camille hesitated, skepticism written all over her face. “Is that really true?”


    Elyse, clearly amused by Camille’s caution, chuckled lightly. “Do you know how we realized you and Brook were faking it?”


    Camille, her nerves beginning to fray, asked, “What mistake did I make?”


    Shaking her head with a knowing smile, Elyse replied, “It was a tiny detail—you poured Brook a drink he doesn’t like. He didn’t touch it, and you didn’t even notice. That one mismatch was all it took for us to catch on.”


    Camille nced over at Brook’s untouched ss on the table, her shoulders sinking with a sigh.


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