Female Novel
Chapter 1047: Urgency
Chapter 1047: Urgency
Camille bit her lip and said, "I didn't think much of it at first. I felt that since he asked, I couldn't refuse.
But now, talking to you, I'm starting to question if I did the right thing."
Camille's words hung in the air, but there was no response from Ayan on the other end of the line.
In truth, his anger was justified. After all, he and Preston didn't get along, and Camille doing somethingnovelbin
was the best option. However, it was also frustrating for him to feel this way.
Camille clenched her lips, her expression filled with unease. She spoke in a low voice, "I'm sorry for not
considering your feelings. When he asked, I thought about repaying him for his past help and kindness.
I've always felt like I owed him because he's helped me a lot."
"I understand. I'm not blaming you, and I'm not angry," Ayan replied calmly. His face was stern, and
there was no hint of his emotions in his tone. He continued, "Since you've agreed, then lend it to him,
but don't go meet him in person."
Camille quietly agreed, saying, "Yes, okay."
"How much is he borrowing from you? I'll have Kian prepare it, so just give me his address, alright?"
"I don't have his address, only his number. Is that okay?"
"It's fine," Ayan replied. He reassured Camille that she didn't need to worry about this matter anymore,
and that he would take care of it.
Camille had no desire to meet with Preston in person, and with Ayan handling it, she felt relieved.
However, she added, "Leave it to someone else to handle. We don't want any conflicts. Since he's
borrowing money from me, let him have it. It will put my mind at ease. I don't want to provoke him, not
because I'm afraid of him, but because I don't want any unexpected incidents. Too many things have
happened recently, and it's been quite frustrating."
Camille simply wanted a peaceful and uneventful life. Even if it lacked the fiery passion and excitement,
as long as everything went smoothly, it was enough.
With so much happening recently, she realized the importance of interpersonal relationships. Some
people, even if you'd known them for years, might not truly understand you, while others you'd just met
a moment ago could become great friends if your values aligned.
Camille had a strong say in the concepts of family and friends, and she couldn't help but think that she
was incredibly fortunate. She was surrounded by such wonderful family and friends; she should play
the lottery, perhaps she'd win a jackpot!
Camille thought lightly to herself, and a self-deprecating smile crossed her lips.
Ayan took her advice to heart and reassured her, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry."
Camille felt relieved after speaking to Ayan, fearing that he might react like a scolding adult if he found
out she had done something wrong.
But in a place where Camille couldn't see, after ending the call, Ayan's gentle demeanor vanished in an
instant. It was replaced by a cold and indifferent aura, and his emotions turned frosty. He squinted his
eyes, and the atmosphere inside his office, though bathed in bright sunlight, felt as cold as the heart of
winter.
This coldness was piercing, making it unbearable to linger.
Ayan remained silent for quite a while, then finally raised his hand to dial an internal line. Kian's voice
came through moments later, "Mr. Simpson."
"Come in."
"Alright, on my way."
The call ended, and it took Kian less than a minute to enter the office.
From the moment Kian received Ayan's call, he sensed that Ayan's mood wasn't good. Upon entering
the office and seeing the gloomy expression on Ayan's face, he wondered what had happened. Did he
find the meal on the coffee table distasteful? At first, Kian tried to find fault with himself, but after
considering various possibilities, he couldn't imagine what would provoke such anger. The only
plausible explanation was that it had something to do with Camille.
Did Camille do something to upset him?
Kian half-looked at Ayan and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, is there something you'd like to
discuss?"
Ayan sat on the couch, his entire body leaning against the armrest. His expression was icy, and his
eyes showed no warmth. He squinted slightly and spoke in a cold tone, "Go personally to the finance
department, withdraw ten thousand in cash, and send it to this number."
The number was the one Camille had mentioned, and Ayan had written it down on a piece of paper. He
handed it to Kian and continued in a detached tone, "Once you get through, inform the recipient that
you're running the errand."
"Mr. Simpson, are you sure this is the right number?" Kian looked at the number in disbelief.
Ayan stared at Kian without any emotion, retorting, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Kian paused and immediately lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Ayan. He softly responded,
"Mr. Simpson, I know Preston. If he sees that the money is being delivered by me, would he refuse it?"
"Whether he accepts it or not is his business. Your job is to deliver the money. If you're concerned that
he might recognize you, have a real errand runner take it. However, you must accompany them and
personally explain to him that this money is relief from our family. He doesn't have to repay it. Since he
dared to ask Camille, it means he's cornered with no other options. How can he refuse it?" Ayan
squinted his eyes, his tone as cold as ever.
Kian was surprised by the assertiveness in Ayan's words. If he were Preston, he probably wouldn't
accept the money either. After all, this challenge involved a matter of a man's dignity. Preston was
naturally suspicious, and it was hard to see how he would stomach it.
Kian pondered the implications and couldn't help but anticipate the outcome. He nodded and agreed,
"Alright, Mr. Simpson, I'll make the arrangements now."
Ayan sat on the couch for a while without moving. His left hand lightly rested on the edge of the couch,
and his well-defined fingers tapped gently. The brooding atmosphere on his face never seemed to
dissipate.
On the other side,
After leaving the Simpson Group, Kian immediately found a runner to make the call to Preston. Preston
had been cautious, making the runner go to several places before finally settling on a quieter bubble
tea shop.
When the runner arrived at the tea shop, they sent a message to Kian, who was sitting in a black car
not far away. After reading the message, Kian got out of the car.
Preston had been relatively idle as Kian had been running around.
Kian carried a bag of money, but the runner had nothing on their end.
Although it was just one hundred thousand dollars, it was what Preston had asked for, and Kian
needed to deliver it with a message.
Kian pushed open the door of the bubble tea shop and walked in. Preston, who was already sitting not
far away, instantly understood that the earlier runner had merely been bait.
Preston's face remained composed, but his eyes held a cold and brooding gleam. If given the chance,
he would have loved to confront Ayan with a fight at this moment.
His clenched fists rested on his knees, his expression sour, but he didn't look away. He continued to fix
his gaze on Kian until Kian approached him.
Kian stood while Preston sat.
Kian placed the bag he was carrying on the table and spoke in a gentle tone, "Mr. Walker, this is from
Mr. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson. They both want you to have it. They say you're a friend of Mrs.
Simpson, and helping you out in times of need is only natural."