Chapter 165:

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She turned to the board members.

“I’m sorry that my private moment is being spread this way, but I have something to say,” she said.

“What do you want to say? Just admit defeat and leave,” Lala retorted.

“I’m sorry, Lala, but my relationship with Afonso won’t affect my position as the new design director,” Kamilla said.

“Look at this woman, practicing incest and still has the nerve to talk. Shameless!” a board member said.

“Stop that, Mr. Whatever you are. I’ll have you thrown out of this meeting if you curse at Kamilla again. You can curse me, but not her. Should I tell your wife how you stay at the Celadron Hotel every weekend?” Afonso barked.

The man sat down and turned his face away.

“Pot calling the kettle black,” Alexa said, sighing.

“Kamilla, aren’t you ashamed to even open your mouth to talk?” Lala said.

“Can’t you let me talk to defend myself? If you don’t speak, nobody here will think you’re mute,” Kamilla retorted.

“I have a relationship with Afonso Martinez, and I won’t deny that. But we aren’t related by blood,” she said firmly.

Everyone was shocked, staring at her, some were murmuring.

“If you don’t have anything to say, sit down,” Afonso whispered to Kamilla.

“I’m not ready to reveal my identity yet. I can take the blame alone. You can leave the hall,” Afonso said with sad eyes.

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“It’s fine. I can handle this. I can’t sacrifice you for my happiness,” Kamilla replied.

“I’m the one who fell in love with her and did those things, so you can’t hold her responsible,” Afonso stood up and defended Kamilla.

“Please sit, Afonso,” Kamilla said, pulling him back down.

“Kamilla, be careful with what you say,” Martinez Jr. warned.

“My father here is not a Martinez, and I have proof,” Kamilla blurted out.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at Martinez Jr., who immediately stood up.

“My daughter is just talking nonsense. Please ignore her,” Martinez Jr. defended himself, his voice trembling.

Afonso was shocked too. He had never known about this.

“Father, I’m sorry. You’re not a Martinez. Lala, there’s no need to fight me anymore. You’re not a Martinez. Only Afonso here is a Martinez,” Kamilla continued.

“What nonsense are you saying?” Lala said, staring at her father.

Kamilla grabbed a file from Alexa.

“This here is the DNA test conducted by the real Martinez Williams. He was in denial that this useless man here is his son,” she said, pointing at her father.

“He was a gambler who never succeeded in any business and only carried women. He couldn’t be productive. Every Martinez generation produced smart people, but he didn’t do well in school. So, this test was made by my grandfather,” Kamilla added, handing the file to the board members.

When the file reached Martinez Jr.’s hands, he tore it up.

“Don’t worry, Martinez Malcolm. I have plenty more of these. So, don’t panic just yet.”

“He is the son of a drug addict named Malcolm,” Kamilla said, smiling.

“Dad, is this true?” Lala asked.

But he ignored her.

Lala picked up her bag and ran out.

“But I am still your father, and you are also not a Martinez,” Martinez Jr. said.

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