
"Can you explain?" Firth Blazemoche asked, Camila's father who was staring coldly at his daughter.
Aiden did not want to help his sister explain, however, he never liked this dangerous decision. So he secretly hopes that his father can resuscitate Camila who is already like a greedy cat.
Ardore Blazemoche, the mother also showed a displeased look at "My son, my good son ... We've said many times not to interfere in the machinations of other families, we never educate you to be an undignified sycophant."
Camila glanced at Aiden with an accusatory look, the man retorted by raising one side of his eyebrow.
Master Firth clapped his hands once upon noticing the gazes of the two brothers who seemed to be cursing at each other using this telepathy "Don't glance at your sister, Camila. Aiden only gives outlines and opinions through his point of view, what we want now is an answer from you."
"simple. I love money" said Camila, who made the faces of both of them even more unsightly.
"My son, you're Frost Harrison's fiance even though none of us like this title. It would be very unwise for you to choose a faction that you shouldn't. You're a genius, but that's not enough to make you survive the fallout from the Harrison family heirloom" his mother began lecturing.
"If your reason is for money. You can start jumping into one of the branches of the Blazemoche company and play stock as you want, or ask one of us to buy you a vacant lot to grow your own business. We will never refuse your request as long as it makes sense and does not tarnish our honor. Therefore, Camila ... What exactly are you thinking?" Mr. Firth started raising his voice.
"If I answer that I just want to, will you and your mom believe me?" Camila asked back.
"Did Fiona seduce you? You likey?" His mother asked this directly.
"Nobody seduced or forced me. I love money and I just want to do it" the girl replied.
"Then does this have anything to do with the scene we saw just now? Is this a cliche because you like that jellyfish and want to protect it?" Urge Madame Ardore.
"Absolutely not" Camila replied quickly.
"Yes or not. You keep messing it up, Camila" Aiden finally made a sound.
"Huh?"
"Father and mother have taken pains to break off your engagement, at the risk of losing face and business in front of Harrison's people tonight. But you played a silly trick with one of them, so they're demanding your explanation now. Answer correctly, they deserve to know" he said.
Mrs Ardore slightly added "We are not short of money, Camila. And we already have enough shares in Harrison as your engagement gift first, ten percent of those shares are already a lot."
"But I'm getting married to their family, ten percent is nothing compared to the business cooperation and emotional damage I've been getting. I want compensation, not acquisition" Camila explained.
"They gave ten percent to the besan, but gave a similar amount to the Ginevra and Pramesti families who were only limited to colleagues. Obviously they didn't seriously consider me a son-in-law. They want to humiliate Blazemoche or what?" Cynical Camila.
"As I said, my son. That's why we have to break off your engagement to minimize conflict and friction" Mr. Firth repeated.
"Dad, mother, sister ... Does the Blazemoche family's self-esteem not matter in the eyes of all of you?" Challenge Camila.
"If I retreat without biting a bit, don't you think the competitors will regard Blazemoche as a soft bone and scratch our faces again and again? We are business people, not religious leaders. We will always look for face and profit, not for the title as good people and patient" he explained in a slightly sulking tone.
"Being a good person in business is tantamount to being a blood bag between leeches" he said.
"Camila, it's not time for you to think about the company's losses" Mr. Firth argued.
"I've been so fiery once like you, do you know what I got?" Mr. Firth asked this and touched his left eye.
Camila was silent "...."
"Someone put a bomb in my car, killed two bodyguards, paralyzed a traffic cop and made me lose one of my eyeballs" he explained with a cold face.
"Facial skin can be repaired with plastic surgery, as well as eyeballs that can be replaced with donors. But that doesn't mean I want to lose something and plant what isn't mine into my own body, I'm human and not a doll that can be dismantled at will" he said, seems to have a little flashback to the incident.
Tun Firth pointed at some faint scars on his tired face
"And what about the lives of my men? What about the fate of the family that was left dead by them for protecting your father? We may be able to compensate, but their injuries and traumas will never go away. They were obviously only bodyguards, not special forces that were obliged to sacrifice their lives. But I have to die because I chose to interfere in the power struggle of another family."
"Do you understand what I mean, Camila?" Waiting for an answer that will satisfy him.
Although not happy, but Camila could feel the extreme worry of these two people. So she opened her phone and unceremoniously deleted the agreement that Fiona Harrison had sent her.
The Blazemoche people were relieved.
But it wasn't long.
"I will not make a deal that destroys anyone with Fiona, but I will still make that woman ascend the throne" Camila said, stubbornly.