Camille wanted to gag.
‘Camie’? What the hell kind of nickname was that?
She tried hard not to let anything show in her expression and maintained a calm, cool façade. But she did grip his arm tighter than usual, and she felt a twinge of satisfaction at him stiffening for a brief moment.
“Your… fiancée?” one of the men repeated in disbelief. The others looked like they were doubting their ears just now.
Christian nodded. “Yes. My fiancée. She’s very lovely, isn’t she?” He pulled Camille closer to him until there was no sideways gap between their bodies. “I especially planned on introducing her to you all since I value trust between us. Soon, the two of us will be married, and I would like to invite you all to the private wedding.”
“O—Of course! Of course,” one of the men quickly agreed
