Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 279

The hotel front desk didn’t say much—just quietly poured Camila Davis a glass of water and gave her a reassuring nod.

As she waited, Camila watched a steady stream of guests come in from outside. Judging by their tailored suits and confident air, they were clearly the local rich kids—Cabinda’s upper crust.

Out of boredom, Camila found herself eavesdropping as a group of them chatted nearby.

“Wait, he really came back to Cabinda? And actually showed up to the party? Are you sure? I heard Mr. Williams hates these kinds of things.”

“No mistake, trust me. People are already posting videos. Word is, Mr. Williams himself forced him to attend tonight.”

“Mr. Williams always seemed like a free spirit. For him to make such a big deal tonight… maybe he’s planning to take charge of the Williams family business again?”

“What are you talking about? He’s always been the one in charge! Didn’t you know? When Mr. Williams was a teenager, he already had this crazy talent for business. After his mom passed, he didn’t hesitate—changed his last name from Collins to Williams, totally cut ties with the Collins family, and started calling his granddad ‘Mr. Williams.’ The Collinses were furious about it.”

“NextGen Technologies has gotten so huge in just a few years, all because of him. Otherwise, do you really think the old man would dote on him like that?”

“Think about it—Mr. Collins lost his first wife because of his mistress, but ended up losing a golden child like Mr. Williams. Bet he regrets that every single day.”

“No kidding. All those kids from the mistress? None of them have what it takes… Mr. Williams is the one who’s got Cabinda’s economy in his grip. That’s why my dad told me I had to come tonight and get on his good side.”

The group’s conversation faded as they walked away, but Camila was left deep in thought.

Who exactly was this Mr. Williams everyone was talking about? And was he really at the hotel tonight? Could it be… the same Mr. Williams she knew?

As she wondered, more guests arrived, and almost every new conversation circled back to Mr. Williams. The tone was always the same: respect—maybe even a little fear.

Camila’s curiosity got the better of her. When the front desk clerk wasn’t looking, she slipped in behind a group of guests and made her way toward the ballroom.

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