Fuming, Camille reached for Chantelle's mask. Chantelle swiftly dodged, and Camille lost her balance, nearly falling on Stephanie. Chantelle caught her just in time, but Camille used the chance to snatch off Chantelle's mask.
"Chantelle? It's you?" Camille's eyes widened in shock. "Did you wear a mask just to watch me make a fool of myself?" she said angrily with a tone full of hostility.
"I have better things to do," Chantelle said, lifting Stephanie into her arms, afraid Camille might hurt her.
"I see. You must be busy getting divorced from Mr. Wilson," Camille sneered, covering her mouth as she laughed. "You were so arrogant before, but now that he's dumped you, I bet it hurts, doesn't it?"
The people around them pulled out their phones and wanted to record the drama. But Chantelle wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. She calmly walked out, carrying Stephanie, and waited for Clinton outside.
