Female Novel
Chapter 1168: Compromise
Chapter 1168: Compromise
Their eyes met, and his kiss followed suit.
The next morning, Kian drove to Franklin Bay to pick up Ayan for work. Camille didn't join them; she
planned to go out with Sienna later.
On the way, Kian drove, and Ayan sat in the back seat.
Suddenly, Ayan spoke, "Ask the person secretly protecting her where she went yesterday."
Ayan knew Camille very well, understanding all her actions and behaviors. So, when Camille asked
about Armstrong Corp and Horace last night, Ayan had some suspicions.
His expression turned serious, and a clear coldness flickered in his eyes.
Kian was taken aback by his words, and after a brief pause, he turned to look at Ayan and whispered,
"Mr. Simpson, is something wrong?"
"Find out first."
Kian nodded to show he understood.
He couldn't afford any delay. Once they arrived at the office, he immediately contacted the bodyguards
secretly protecting Camille. After getting the answers, he returned to the office to inform Ayan.
Kian spoke cautiously because he didn't know what had happened. Considering the information from
the bodyguards, he felt uneasy.
After Kian finished speaking, he lowered his gaze and asked Ayan softly, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson
spent nearly an hour with Preston. Nothing happened, right?"
Ayan squinted, and a cold smile appeared in his black-and-white eyes. He said indifferently, "Noted."
He didn't answer Kian's question because he also didn't know what had happened. As far as he could
see, there was nothing wrong at the moment. The only thing was that Camille was hiding something
from him when she met Preston. Of course, he didn't think Camille would do anything to harm him; he
was only concerned that she was keeping something from him.
His eyes showed a touch of indifference, indicating how gloomy and unpleasant his mood was at the
moment.
Kian dared not even breathe. However, staying silent at a time like this seemed inappropriate.
After careful consideration, Kian spoke softly, "Mr. Simpson, I've also retrieved the surveillance footage
from the café where Mrs. Simpson met Preston. They were talking the entire time, but they were too far
apart, and there were other people and music in the café, so I couldn't hear what they were saying.
However, judging by their expressions, Preston didn't look pleased. Mrs. Simpson probably said
something that didn't sit well with him."
Kian kept his eyes on Ayan throughout, not missing any changes in his facial expressions. He thought
Ayan might ease up after hearing this information, but the coldness in his eyes deepened instead.
Ayan narrowed his eyes, a chilly glint appearing in them. His tone became even colder as he said,
"Didn't Mario invite me to meet? Let's set it for tomorrow night."
Kian was slightly stunned, apparently not expecting Ayan to change the topic so suddenly.novelbin
Kian asked softly, "Mr. Simpson, about Preston, don't you plan to..."
"As you've already said, they just met to chat for a while. Since it's just a conversation and Preston
didn't look happy, it means Camille said something displeasing to him. In that case, I don't need to do
anything. Besides, Mario is supposed to meet me, isn't he? Let's schedule it for tomorrow night."
Ayan knew Camille didn't want him to find out, or she wouldn't have kept it so tightly guarded. The only
thing that satisfied him was that she learned to ensure her own interests and safety. Having Sienna
accompany her and arranging for Sienna to pick her up indicated a hint of security awareness. It was
better than her going alone.
Ayan shook his head in resignation. He realized he had lowered his expectations more than he
thought. As long as she was okay, and they were okay, it was enough.
However, not caring about this matter didn't mean he wouldn't do something about Preston. If Preston
had time to meet Camille, he was probably too idle. Keeping him busy would make him behave.
Ayan looked at Kian with a cold gaze, his thin lips opening indifferently, "Contact Jenson. Tell him to
inform Preston that, although the museum project has signed a cooperation agreement with Armstrong
Corp, the museum's higher-ups prefer direct communication with the executive of Armstrong Corp.
Since many people are watching this project, if you tell him this news, considering his arrogant and
suspicious nature, he won't really let Horace handle this matter."
Ayan understood Preston's psychology and knew what kind of person he was. Preston was naturally
suspicious due to his upbringing and experiences, and he was insecure. If someone questioned him,
he would become angry and jealous. He would go to great lengths to climb to a higher position.
Now, if Horace delivered a blow to him, it would undoubtedly be his biggest setback.
Ayan squinted, a faint smirk playing on his thin lips. He exuded a cold and indifferent aura, making the
temperature in the car feel colder.
At that moment, the car pulled into the Simpson Group parking lot. Ayan urged Kian to arrange this
matter as quickly as possible; he couldn't wait a second longer.
He wanted to make Preston receive this news immediately and darken his mood.
Kian's efficiency in handling matters was as fast as ever. He immediately contacted Jenson, instructing
him to relay this information to Preston.
According to Jenson, when Preston received the call, his emotions were completely out of control.
He interrogated Jenson, "Why does cooperating on a project have to involve my position?"
Jenson calmly explained, "Mr. Walker, this decision was made by the museum's higher-ups. I'm just a
partner. If I don't want to cooperate with you, I can state it immediately and find a replacement.
However, since we've worked together before, I thought you might consider adjusting because, at the
moment, your position affects the project. If you're in a company with higher visibility, even if it's a new
one, there wouldn't be any issues. Unfortunately, Armstrong Corp lacks that bit of visibility now. So, I
hope Mr. Walker can understand the situation, hm?"
Jenson provided a detailed explanation, but it was unclear whether Preston was really listening. The
only thing certain was that he had stopped being agitated and had become silent and reserved.