Alexander stared at the dirt on his thumb, his eyes narrowing at the fact that it was real.
"Where are you coming from?" He asked again, this time with his voice lowered.
Laurel took the liberty to break free from his hold. She glared at him so hard that if a look could kill, he would have already died.
Camile broke out in sobs, and she gently tugged Alexander's sleeve. "Mr. Wayne, my sister slapped me because I was trying to speak for her. I feel so heartbroken."
Alexander who was lost in a possible he couldn't fit together, frowned at her sudden closeness.
What exactly did she expect him to do? He was punched yesterday in the face, and he couldn't do anything… If anything… she had to bear the pain.
Alexander cleared his throat. "Camile, why don't you go home, I'll send one of my drivers to drop you off."
A look of betrayal flashed through Camile's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a gentle look. She nodded, reluctantly walking away from them.
