Chapter 35: Confrontation at the Camdens’

Jordan had just arrived at the office when his phone buzzed.

Seeing Drew Camden’s name, he frowned before answering.

“Jordan, get to my grandmother’s place immediately! We’ve found evidence that you sold the watch you stole!”

Jordan sighed, already tired of this nonsense.

“I’m busy,” he replied, already knowing where this was going.

Drew’s tone sharpened. “What, are you scared? We have the person who bought the watch. If you have any guts, come here and face him!”

Jordan was puzzled. He had never stolen anything—let alone sold a watch.

‘Where did they find this so-called buyer?’

Drew continued pressuring. “It won’t take long. Miss Clarke doesn’t need you at the office right now, so hurry up and come.”

Jordan hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

“Fine. Let’s settle this once and for all so you people stop bothering me.”

Hanging up, he turned to Ashley Rose.

“Miss Rose, can you drive? Take me to the Camdens’ villa.”

Ashley immediately perked up, setting down her documents.

“Of course! I’ll get the car.”

She hurried ahead, eager to assist.

The company’s Mercedes-Benz S600 was waiting in the underground parking lot. Normally, this car was reserved for formal business trips or VIP guests, but today, it was serving a different purpose.

Jordan, however, wasn’t a fan.

“I need to buy my own car,” he thought.

Ashley drove smoothly, but every so often, she stole glances at Jordan through the rearview mirror.

‘Why does he always sit in the back?’

Her curiosity grew.

Ashley had seriously considered quitting as Victoria’s secretary to work as Jordan’s personal assistant. That way, she’d have more opportunities to get close to him.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the Camdens’ villa.

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A Suspicious Welcome

Drew, Elle, and Hailey were already waiting at the entrance, along with a few other family members.

As soon as they saw the luxurious car, their eyes widened in shock.

Ashley stepped out first, walked to the back, and respectfully opened the door for Jordan.

Drew burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Look at this! Jordan Steele really knows how to put on a show! Miss Rose, how much is he paying you to act like he’s important?”

Elle smirked, arms folded, accentuating her figure.

“Everyone knows you’re just Victoria Clarke’s lapdog. Who are you trying to impress?”

Jordan had long grown numb to their childish mockery, but he did notice something strange—for the first time, Hailey wasn’t insulting him.

Instead, she was smiling at him.

Hailey thought back to her conversation with Rachel.

‘Rachel was right. Jordan is just pretending to be successful to impress me.’

She studied him smugly, thinking:

‘He’s trying to make me stop looking down on him. But Jordan, you’ll never be free from me. Now that we’re divorced, I’ll marry someone wealthy—and keep you as my backup.’

A brilliant idea formed in Hailey’s mind.

‘If other women can have multiple backups, why can’t I?’

Jordan, unaware of Hailey’s delusions, ignored her and turned to Drew.

“Enough talk. Where’s this witness of yours?”

Drew smirked. “Inside. Follow me.”

Jordan stepped into the villa, a place he had once considered familiar.

But as soon as he entered, he froze in surprise.

The room was filled with men—tattooed, scarred, and reeking of danger.

Clearly, these were gangsters.

Jordan’s instincts kicked in. ‘Something is off. How did they get in?’

A man with dirty dreadlocks stepped forward, grinning.

“Jordan, my friend, we meet again.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Have we?”

The man laughed, his gold teeth gleaming.

“You forgot? Two days ago, you sold me a watch for $800,000.”

Jordan narrowed his eyes. “And you are?”

“Salvatore.”

Drew grinned smugly. “He’s the most feared man in Orlando. Even high schoolers know him. You’re just acting clueless because you’re scared!”

Salvatore puffed his chest, enjoying the praise.

Jordan, however, was unimpressed.

“You run Orlando? What are you, Carmelo Anthony?”

Salvatore frowned, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jordan smirked. “I used to play basketball with Carmelo and LeBron. It’s funny hearing you talk big.”

Salvatore laughed mockingly. “You? A country boy like you played with LeBron?”

Jordan shrugged, knowing he didn’t need to prove anything.

Before the conversation could continue, Old Mrs. Camden entered the room, cradling her poodle.

Her piercing gaze landed on Jordan.

‘Today, I will punish you according to Camden family law!’