Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
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A month later, during his lunch break, Bradley took Cameron to see the new home he’d spent an entire month carefully choosing for them.
It was a cozy, private villa.
It wasn’t huge-just over a thousand square meters.
Three stories above ground, with two more underground.
It was right near Aurevia Biotech, where Cameron worked.
She could walk there in ten minutes.
Bradley held Cameron’s hand as they stood at the villa’s entrance.
Flowers were blooming everywhere this time of year, and the moment they reached the door, the rich fragrance hit them.
Bradley reached out and pushed open the wrought-iron gate. “Cam, this house is fully furnished. If you don’t like the style, we can tear it all down and redo everything.”
They walked inside together.
The villa had a modern minimalist style- no complicated designs, just clean lines and a graceful, simple look.
Cameron said, “Looks great.”
Bradley smiled, “Glad you like it.”
Cameron sank into the couch.
The living room couch was soft and inviting, making the whole place feel warm and homey.
Bradley said softly, “Cam, the house isn’t very big, so we just need several people to help out with the cleaning and our day-to-day stuff.”
Bradley didn’t like having too many people at home.
Honestly, he really just wanted this house to belong only to him and Cameron.
But they were both so busy, and someone had to handle all the little things that came with running a home.
A smile played on Cameron’s lips as she met his gentle gaze behind his glasses. “Brad, you’re thinking way too far ahead.”
Bradley squeezed her hand. “It’s not far at all. Trust me.”
Cameron just smiled without replying.
Bradley helped her up. “Let me show you around, Cam.”
“Mm.”
Meanwhile…
A stretcher covered with a white sheet was set right outside the main entrance of Aurevia Biotech’s building.
A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties threw herself down beside the stretcher, wailing uncontrollably.
The woman cried, “Oh, my boy, wake up! Please!”
The woman sobbed, “Oh, my boy, what will I do if you’re gone?”
The woman sobbed and wailed, “Boohoo… I don’t want to live anymore! Just let me die!”
It was lunchtime.
People were coming and going at the entrance, and a crowd quickly gathered.
Once she saw she had an audience and had just about cried herself out, the woman amped up the drama and started her main act.
“Cameron Yates! It’s your fault my son is dead! Cameron, show yourself!”
The woman got up from the ground, stomping and wailing as she made a scene.
“Cameron! You murderer! That damn leukemia drug you made my son could’ve lived one more year, but after taking your drug, he died in just three days!”
Her words rang out, every accusation sharp and clear.
Everyone around could hear her loud and clear.
“Boohoo… Cameron… you executioner! Give me back my son! Give him back!”
“Cameron! Show yourself! Get out here right now!”
“Boohoo…”
Her wailing got more dramatic as she went on.
By now, everyone around pretty much got the gist of what was going on.
“No way, did someone actually die because of the drug? All the news I’ve seen lately says people are recovering after taking Cameron’s medicine.”
“Maybe it’s just bad luck or something.”
“Is she just here to scam them for money?”
“Oh man, Aurevia Biotech is screwed…”
The crowd buzzed with speculation.
Hearing all the gossip, the woman started wailing even louder, putting on an even bigger show.
Just a few meters away from the lobby, in a sleek black car parked on the street, a woman watched the scene unfold. A satisfied smile crept across her face.
She slowly took off her sunglasses.
“Cameron Wallace, or should I say, Cameron Yates, you hurt me so much. I’ll pay you back double!”
Her face twisted with malice.
It was Milena Wallace, who had vanished from everyone’s sight for years.
Back then, no sooner had Cameron sent Milena’s biological parents to jail than Milena herself got expelled from school for stealing Cameron’s design in a fashion competition.
Utterly disgraced, Milena took the last of her money and left the country.
Life had been nothing but hardship for her these past few years.
But even though life was tough, she still managed to make some money.
Lately, things had been getting better and better for her.
And then, she saw Cameron’s name all over the news.
‘The girl I used to trample underfoot is now the savior of leukemia patients?’ Milena thought, her heart burning with disbelief.
‘Why her, not me? Why does Cameron get to be in the spotlight?’ Milena fumed, jealousy burning in her head.
So Milena stormed back, ready to settle the score.
She was going to ruin Cameron for good.
Cameron must under her heel for good forever and ever!
Milena sat in her car, keeping a close eye on how things were developing at the entrance.
‘Cameron, it’s your turn to take the stage,’ Milena thought, a sinister smile curling on her lips.
Bradley had just finished giving Cameron a full tour of the villa when her phone suddenly started ringing.
“Brad, let me grab this call,” Cameron said.
Bradley nodded.
“Hey, David,” Cameron answered as she answered.
“Ms. Yates, where are you right now?” David’s voice was laced with urgency and tension.
David was fairly calm by nature, so hearing him like this, Cameron immediately knew something was wrong.
Cameron asked, “David, I’m just around the corner from the office. What’s going on?”
