Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 792

After spending time around Dennis Williams, it had become clear to him: no one, absolutely no one, could rival the way Mr. Williams doted on Camila. In his eyes, she was in a league of her own.

Lavinia Roberts had really miscalculated this time.

Just picturing the scene at the upcoming ball, Jarvis Peters couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation—he was ready to sit back and enjoy the show.

He quickly changed his tune. “Camila, let’s just go, shall we? I want to see what that woman is really up to!”

Camila Davis weighed it over for a moment and realized that Walter Wilson made a good point. She nodded without hesitation. “Whether it’s for the sake of medical school or for myself, I have to go to this ball.”

It was high time Lavinia Roberts learned her lesson—that Camila wasn’t someone she could push around or treat without consequence.

And as for the research institute’s schemes, those debts still needed to be settled. She’d deal with it all at once.

After settling their plans, Walter Wilson and Jarvis Peters hurried off to take care of other matters.

Left with a free moment, Camila called Dennis Williams to fill him in.

His gentle yet cool voice came through the phone. “Just as I expected. Someone actually sent you an invitation.”

“Hm?” Camila frowned in confusion. “Did you know about this already?”

Dennis’s smile came through even in his tone. “I had a feeling. I was already planning to take you. When I heard about the invitation, I could only guess who sent it.”

“Oh.” Camila nodded, realization dawning. “So, you already figured that Lavinia Roberts might try something at the ball?”

He didn’t deny it, only gave a soft “Mm,” then asked, “Are you worried, Camila?”

She dismissed the idea with a small laugh. “Not at all. Not with you there, right? Besides, I can handle her—as long as she doesn’t try anything physical…”

Last time, she’d nearly gotten hurt because Lavinia had attacked her by surprise.

Camila didn’t believe she’d lose to someone like Lavinia. At most, she thought it would just look bad to get into a fight in front of so many people at the ball.

Dennis’s voice carried a subtle chill. “Assuming she can even lift a hand again. Unless she wants to lose the other one, too.”

His words were sharp and possessive, almost threatening—but to Camila, they were a comfort.

She knew Dennis would always be in her corner, no matter what Lavinia tried.

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