The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter 19:Disciplinary Office

Chapter 19

The next morning felt… heavy.

Not loud.

Not chaotic.

Just tense.

Like something was waiting to happen.

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Camille walked into the university building, clutching her bag a little tighter than usual. The hallways buzzed with whispers—soft, curious, watching.

People knew.

Of course they did.

Fights didn’t stay private in a place like this.

Especially not when Cameron Hayes was involved.

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Inside the classroom, everything looked normal.

But it didn’t feel normal.

Rachel and Jasmine were already there.

Rachel waved her over quickly. “Camille!”

Camille sat beside them, lowering her voice. “Is he here?”

Jasmine nodded subtly toward the back.

Cameron.

Sitting like nothing happened.

Calm. Composed.

Unreadable.

But when his eyes lifted—

they found Camille immediately.

And just like that…

everything else faded.

He gave her a small nod.

Reassuring.

Steady.

I’m okay.

She exhaled.

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The professor arrived, starting the lecture as if nothing had happened.

But barely ten minutes in—

there was a knock on the door.

Everyone froze.

The door opened.

A staff member stepped inside.

“Cameron Chase Ford and Drake Walton,” he called.

The room went silent.

Drake clicked his tongue from across the room, leaning back in his chair before standing up slowly—like he didn’t take any of this seriously.

Cameron stood without a word.

Calm.

Controlled.

Dangerously calm.

Camille’s chest tightened.

As Cameron walked past her—

his hand brushed lightly against the edge of her desk.

A silent reassurance.

Then he was gone.

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The door closed behind them.

And the whispers started immediately.

“Oh my gosh, they’re really getting called—”

“They’re probably getting suspended—”

“Did you see what happened yesterday?”

Rachel shot the class a glare. “Can everyone just stop?”

Jasmine leaned closer to Camille. “Hey… breathe, okay? We’re here.”

But Camille couldn’t focus.

Her mind kept replaying everything—

Drake’s voice.

His smirk.

The way Cameron stepped in.

The moment his fist almost connected.

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Disciplinary Office

The room was cold.

Too formal.

Too quiet.

Cameron sat on one side.

Drake on the other.

Between them sat two faculty members—and the dean.

“Let’s be clear,” the dean began, folding his hands. “This is a serious matter.”

Drake leaned back casually. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

Cameron’s jaw tightened.

But he stayed silent.

“Multiple students reported inappropriate behavior,” one faculty member added, glancing at Drake. “Directed toward Ms. Camille Laurent.”

Drake scoffed. “I was just talking.”

Cameron’s voice cut in—low and sharp.

“You call that talking?”

The room stilled.

The dean raised a hand. “Mr. Ford. Control yourself.”

Cameron leaned back again.

Silent.

But his eyes didn’t leave Drake.

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The faculty continued.

“There was also an attempted physical altercation.”

Cameron didn’t deny it.

“I stepped in,” he said simply.

“And nearly struck another student,” the dean replied.

Cameron held his gaze.

“Yes.”

No excuses.

No hesitation.

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There was a pause.

Then—

“This case will undergo further investigation,” the dean concluded. “We will review statements, security footage, and witness reports.”

Drake rolled his eyes slightly.

Cameron didn’t move.

“You are both dismissed for now,” the faculty member added. “You will be called back once a decision has been made.”

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Outside the Office

Drake walked out first.

Smirking.

“Careful, Ford,” he muttered. “Wouldn’t want your perfect image ruined over a girl.”

Cameron stopped walking.

Slowly.

Then turned.

His voice was quiet.

But dangerous.

“Say her name again,” he said, “and I won’t stop next time.”

Drake’s smirk faltered—for just a second.

Then he walked off.

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Cameron stood there for a moment.

Breathing.

Holding it in.

Choosing control.

Again.

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Back in Class

The door opened.

All eyes turned.

Cameron walked back in.

Alone.

Drake followed a few seconds later.

The tension snapped back instantly.

Camille’s eyes searched Cameron’s face.

He looked the same.

But not really.

There was something heavier now.

More serious.

More… decided.

He sat down.

And this time—

he didn’t look away from the front.

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After class, Camille didn’t wait.

She rushed to him.

“Cameron,” she called softly.

He turned immediately.

“What happened?” she asked, worry written all over her face.

He studied her for a second.

Then spoke honestly.

“They’re investigating,” he said. “We’ll be called again.”

Her heart dropped. “So… no decision yet?”

“Not yet.”

She looked down, her hands tightening.

“This is my fault…”

Cameron stepped closer.

“No,” he said firmly.

She looked up.

“It’s not,” he repeated. “Don’t carry something that isn’t yours.”

“But you could get suspended—”

“Then I get suspended,” he cut in calmly.

Her breath caught.

“Cameron…”

“I meant what I said,” he continued, softer now. “I choose this. I choose you.”

The hallway noise faded again.

Just like before.

Always like this with him.

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Camille swallowed.

“But what if the decision is bad?”

Cameron looked at her.

Steady.

Unshaken.

“Then we deal with it,” he said. “Together.”

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Days passed slower after that.

Every class felt like waiting.

Every notification made Camille’s heart race.