Chapter 133 - 133: Daniella's rage Part 2

A minute ago, Evan was trying to ask Ken what he needed from Daniella but his friend was so stubborn that he only wanted to say it to her.

Evan leaned his h.i.p.s against the back of the couch, both arms were crossed over his stomach.

"What do you need from her Ken?" he asked.

Ken who had just got up from the couch stood in front of Evan. His face has the same serious expression as Evan.

"It's business Evan, I don't ask what you and Glen were talking about when I walked into your office."

And that made Evan's face flattened.

"I am discussing business with him, Ken," he replied impatiently.

Ken gave him a half shrug, "And what did I say? It's a business."

Evan squeezed his eyes shut impatiently. Knowing Ken, he's acting like a stupid person in purpose.

He's about to part his lips when a loud bang sounded from outside.

Evan's eyebrows creased, soon maids were rushing towards the pool.

"What's happening there?" Evan asked absently to Ken.

"Don't ask me, I am here with you," he replied sarcastically.

Evan's nose wrinkled in annoyance, he rushed toward the crowd while Matthew, Selena, and Ken followed him.

"Omg!" Selena gasped, both hands were on her parted lips while her eyes balled in surprise.

The maids and guards were circling around the pool, wondering where did all the clothes and shoes come from.

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Meanwhile.

Camille had just finished cleaning her hands when she noticed that the place was empty. Her brows creased in confusion while her feet left the kitchen to find the maids

Raising a brow, her eyes scanned the living room, but it was empty as well.

Soon, she heard the chattering sound from outside. She followed the sound and found everyone in the poolside standing as if a circus was happening in there.

She stood behind Evan. As she lifted a hand to wrap around his arms, her eyes traveled to where the crowd was looking and right there her hand froze in the air.

The color faded on her face to see all of her clothes from lingerie to dresses even her expensive shoes and branded bags were swimming in the pool.

Her knees weakened, she immediately grabbed onto the arm next to her.

"Who are you?" a voice sounded next to her.

Camille looked up and found Ken frowning at her, she's certain that Evan was standing next to her just a minute ago but he suddenly disappeared on her side and was now standing a few meters away from her.

"I just need to hold-" she couldn't finish her words as Ken shook her hand off of his arms and glared at her.

"Don't touch me! You, filthy woman!" he said in anger.

Just like a bunny staring at the angry lion in front, Camille took a step back.

She gulped hard, her energy rushed back gaining herself enough strength to stand.

She had seen how Ken treated the girls in their school. He didn't care and just yelled at them, if he got slapped, he wouldn't hesitate to punch back.

"Who threw those clothes!" suddenly, Evan's angry voice roared around.

Everyone's eyes looked up to the balcony of the guestroom and there, they found Daniella blowing out the smoke of her cigarette out of her nose like a dragon.

"Did you throw my clothes?" Camille shouted, looking up to the balcony. Her lips shook like a leaf while her eyes were glistening with tears.

Daniella looked down, she turned off the cigarette fire on the metal rails of the balcony while her round eyes went narrow.

"I thought they were garbage," she said and shrugged her shoulders, "I mean, you can't blame me for mistaking it, after all, the owner is garbage herself," finishing that with a smirk, Daniella turned around.

"Evan do something!" Claire exclaimed, she walked towards him and held onto the sleeve of his shirt.

Evan took in a deep sigh, they haven't been home for an hour and the drama has started.

"Daniella, come down here," he said in a loud but soft tone.

Daniela peeked her head in the balcony, then sat on the rail like a bird.

"Don't jump!" Evan shouted beads of sweat started to form on his forehead intensely.

"You said to come down, make up your mind Mr. Su," Daniella rolled her eyes, everyone noticed how cold her voice was.

"Never mind, just take a shower and cool down," a loud sign of relief left Evan's lips when Daniella went down from the rail.

"Ok!" she said obediently and walked inside.

She's about to leave the room when she noticed the pile of magazines on the corner table. She walked towards it and found a couple of magazines where Camille was the cover.

Her lips formed a pout like a kid in a tantrum, she took all the magazines and put them on the glass coffee table.

Then, her hand went behind to take the lighter from her back pocket and without a second thought, she lit the magazine with the fire.

The fire reflected her narrowed eyes while the smoke mixed in the air.

As the smoke reached the detector in the ceiling, the alarm started to buzz while the sprinkler in the rained the room.

Downstairs.

Evan faced the fuming Camille. He had known her since childhood and this was the first time he ever saw her so angry like this.

Her face was burning with so much anger, while her eyes were wet with tears

Hands on each of her sides, clenching with irritation, Camille complained to Evan, "how can she do this to me? What have I done to her?" she said in between her sobs.

Evan sighed, he didn't expect Daniella to act like this but he was trying to understand her.

'Not you Camille, but your father,' he wanted to say that so she would understand but he's not in the position to say it.

So he sighed, "I will talk to her," he said in assurance.

Hearing those words, Camille felt her anger fading. She gulped hard and wiped her tears with her backhand like a small kid.

Evan could not help but pity her. She's so clueless and innocent. Absently, his hand lifted to pat her head but before he could touch it, Ken's voice sounded from behind.

"You think it's a good idea?" Ken said staring at Evan's hand in the air, "you might start a war if you do that."

Evan retracted his hand and dropped it on his side. He sighed and stared at Camille who's looking like a bullied bunny in front of him.

"You have some clothes left here. I will get it."

As he was about to leave, the fire alarm suddenly chirped loudly in the villa.

"F*ck! What now?" he said in a depressing tone and rushed upstairs.