Female Novel
Chapter 1024: Wry
Chapter 1024: Wry
Camille raised an eyebrow, a faint smile still playing on her lips as she said, "Sure, let's see if Mr.
Simpson can afford to provide for me. I can be quite expensive, you know!"
"I like a challenge. If you're too easy to handle, it wouldn't be interesting, right?"
Their gazes locked, and he leaned down slightly, resting his forehead against Camille's. Their eyes
met, and in that moment, there was only each other in their eyes.
After Ayan left, Camille went upstairs, took a shower, and as she came out of the bathroom, her phone
rang.
She walked briskly to the bedside and picked up her phone. It was a call from Grace.
Camille furrowed her brow slightly, answered the call, and immediately heard Grace's voice from the
phone. She said, "Cami, are you... okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Camille replied calmly.
Grace said, "I just heard from Horace what happened. I'm sorry; I didn't think they would dare to do
this. I..."
"Grace Simpson!" Camille called out Grace's full name and thanked her directly. She rarely used the
term "sis," and she rarely addressed Grace by name like this. Her tone was somewhat stern as she
said, "I feel the need to remind you once again. You're not here to apologize or apologize on behalf of
anyone else. Why are you saying sorry to me? Did you make me a target for them to scheme against?"
Camille's frustration was evident because Grace always seemed to act this way. Regardless of the
situation, Grace consistently apologized on behalf of the Armstrong family, even when it wasn't clear
whether an apology would make any difference. She had a tendency to apologize reflexively, and
Camille couldn't understand why she felt the need to do so.
Camille felt incredibly frustrated, and she made it clear that she disliked Grace's way of handling it. She
narrowed her eyes slightly and took a silent deep breath. Her words left Grace silent, and Camille
wasn't sure what Grace was thinking. She didn't care either way. Camille continued, her tone
unwavering, "The Armstrong family has indeed wronged me, but this situation isn't something that can
be resolved with a simple apology. You, better than anyone else, know how they treated me. If they
genuinely wanted to apologize, I could handle it. Even though they're my parents, I believe I can bear
it. But I don't need you to speak on their behalf. You can't represent them."
Camille's tone was icy, and Grace certainly felt her anger.
Grace quickly said, "Cami, I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought that it might make you feel better
to hear it. Of course, I'm not trying to excuse or explain anything because I know this is not something
that can be resolved with a simple apology. I don't know what to say, I just don't want you to grow
distant from me. So, I..."
"You're different from them. They are who they are, and you are you. You don't need to be say sorry to
me."
Camille had a vague feeling that Grace lacked self-confidence, which was why she tended to apologize
unconsciously. Although Grace was excellent in this circle, as Page had carefully trained her, there was
an underlying sense of humility in her, as if she always placed herself in the lowest position, no matter
when or where. This aspect of Grace troubled Camille.
Camille pursed her lips, her expression somewhat muted, her brows furrowed tightly. Her voice was not
as harsh as before, and she said, "You're very good, and you haven't done anything wrong. So, you
don't need to be so humble. I hope you can be more confident."
Grace was shaken by Camille's words, and her facial expression turned blank. After a long while, she
let out a soft "yes."
Then Camille said to Grace, "I don't know what Ayan will do, but I won't stop him. Based on what I
know about him, he might make things difficult for Armstrong Corp or the Armstrong family just to stand
up for me. So, I hope you won't come to me pleading because of any softness or reluctance in your
heart. I won't agree. The reason I'm telling you in advance is that I don't want you to bring this up. It
might affect our relationship."
Camille was straightforward in expressing her thoughts, and in doing so, she closed the door for Grace.
She didn't allow or want Grace to speak on behalf of Brody and Page, and she especially didn't want
Grace to come to her.
Initially, she had only intended to remind Grace, so she didn't really expect any response. However,
Grace's reaction turned out to be quite significant. She reassured Camille by saying, "Don't worry, I
definitely won't do that. I understand the situation and know right from wrong. Cami, trust me!"
"Okay, I trust you," Camille replied warmly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
They talked for over ten minutes before ending the call. Camille put her phone down and sat on the
edge of her bed. It was already past ten, and there was no news from Ayan. She wondered what he
was doing right now.
After leaving Franklin Bay, Ayan went directly to the club.
The Wesley family members had been brought over by Ayan's people as soon as they were caught.
Although Ayan hadn't done anything overly harsh to them, being watched by his bodyguards restricted
their freedom. Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley were not pleased at all. When they saw Ayan arrive, Mr.
Wesley immediately questioned, "Mr. Simpson, what's the meaning of this? We don't understand your
relationship with Camille. The Armstrong family informed us that you two are already divorced. Based
on that fact, she can choose to marry someone else. Besides, we have already made an agreement
with the Armstrong family. What you are doing now amounts to imprisoning us. We have the right to
accuse you and hold you responsible."
This was spoken by Mr. Wesley, who seemed quite agitated. His face was flushed, and his eyes were
fixed on Ayan, expressing his displeasure and emotions.
However, Ayan just smiled faintly, his gaze indifferent. He seemed rather unimpressed by the words.
He casually asked, "Do you need my help in reporting this to the police? Or would you prefer me tonovelbin
directly contact the media in Chesen City and have them report this matter?"
Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley were both taken aback. Their expressions turned grave. They probably
didn't want Chesen City's media or more people to know about their visit to Hance City and the details
of it.
Ayan squinted slightly, and the smile on his lips disappeared. He spoke in a dispassionate tone, "You
want someone else to maintain your reputation, and that's none of my business. But you shouldn't
harbor any thoughts about my woman. I've already warned you. If you persist in doing this, the
consequence will be the loss of both your wealth and freedom. Speaking of which, what you're doing
isn't much different from human trafficking. If I report this to the authorities, the two of you might not
leave Hance again, and it might even affect the entire Wesley family, including your comatose son."
Mr. Wesley's expression shifted slightly, and Ayan's words made him feel a sense of dread. He seemed
to be contemplating the real consequences behind these words. After a brief silence of more than ten
seconds, he raised his eyes to meet Ayan's gaze and asked, "What do you want?"
"It's not about what I want, it's about what you want. At this point, what is your plan?" Ayan sat in the
center of the sofa, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the two of them. His presence was formidable,
and he exuded an undeniable aura of intimidation. Even Mr. Wesley, who had been in the business
world for many years and was older than Ayan, had never encountered someone with such charisma.
Mr. Wesley remained silent, pondering what he should do next.
Mrs. Wesley gently tugged on Mr. Wesley's sleeve, her expression becoming increasingly anxious.
However, Mr. Wesley didn't immediately respond. Mrs. Wesley couldn't wait any longer and asked, "We
gave money to the Armstrong family. Now, you won't allow us to take Camille with us. Does that mean
our money has gone to waste?"
"Did I take the money, or did Camille?" Ayan asked with a wry smile.