Chapter 46

That evening, Cameron received a call from an unknown number as he stepped out of the shower. It was Timothy. In a trembling voice, he said respectfully, "Is this the Dark Lord?"

Cameron raised an eyebrow at the title. "Just call me Cameron," he replied.

"How could I? It's better if I call you Mr. Morgan!" Timothy stammered fearfully, sweating profusely. He couldn't believe he was speaking to the Dark Lord himself.

"Sure," Cameron said lightly. "So, what do you want?"

"Mr. Morgan, I apologize for this afternoon. It was my fault for not keeping my men in check. I've already disciplined him, so please forgive him!" Timothy said fearfully.

He had been restless all afternoon. Only Cameron's forgiveness would ease his mind, but he'd been afraid to interrupt Cameron and Dakota's date. After considering it all day, he decided to call in the evening.

"Dakota has forgiven you, so I'll let this go this time," Cameron said calmly. "But there shouldn't be a next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan! I promise my men will treat Ms. Jennings like a precious jewel next time they see her!"

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now," Cameron said.

"Wait, Mr. Morgan!" Timothy shouted.

"Is there something else?" Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please attend the banquet tomorrow with Ms. Jennings. I have prepared a gift for you both!" Timothy said.

"Sure, I'll be there. But just leave the gift for Ms. Jennings," Cameron replied.

"Yes, Mr. Morgan. Then, I won't disturb you any longer!" Timothy said hurriedly, hanging up.

Timothy was thrilled that Cameron had accepted his apology. He planned to surprise them with his gift and hoped to bless them with a lifetime of happiness.

Cameron was unaware of Timothy's thoughts; otherwise, he would have ended the conversation. A lifetime of happiness? He and Dakota were just friends. If Timothy scared Dakota off, Cameron swore he would… well, let's just say Timothy would regret it.

Timothy, however, was thoroughly satisfied with his gift and looked forward to seeing their surprised faces tomorrow.

The next day, Cameron and Dakota met at the entrance of the Caesar Hotel. Dakota was dressed in a light-colored dress, light makeup, and a bracelet—a rare occurrence. It was clear she had made an effort for their meeting. Cameron, not adept at reading women, simply thought she looked more stunning than usual.

"Hello, Dakota," he greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Cameron," Dakota said, smiling gently. "Let's go inside."

The hotel's majestic decor greeted them as they entered. They took the elevator to the eighth floor.

When they reached Room 8008, Dakota gasped nervously. They were about to meet Madison.

Cameron noticed her nervousness and whispered, "There's nothing to be nervous about. You didn't do anything wrong."

"You're right," Dakota said, nodding.

Cameron opened the door. The room was lively. Archie, Madison, and her friends were chatting happily, but their smiles froze upon seeing Cameron and Dakota. Madison's face darkened, and she shrieked, "Cameron! Dakota! Why the fuck are you here?"