Female Novel
Chapter 1509: Persistence
Chapter 1509: Persistence
Chapter 1509: Determination
Camille smiled, "Are you so sure?"
"Mr. Simpson gave me a general idea, so it's Mr. Simpson who's confident," Kian explained, naturally not daring to take credit because it was all Ayan's achievement.
In Camille's heart, she had already made a mental note for Ayan and planned to show her gratitude by preparing an extra bowl of rice for him when she returned home later.
Camille said, "You can go back to Simpson Group in the afternoon. I'll go back to the company, so you don't need to accompany me."
Camille wanted to go out but couldn't say it to Kian, so she could only find this excuse.
Kian, of course, nodded in agreement.
Camille had lunch at the cafeteria of Armstrong Corp, which started exactly at 12 o'clock.
Today, she had asked the assistant outside what was for lunch.
After inquiring, the assistant told her it was dry-fried green beans, braised pork ribs with potatoes, stir-fried meat, and a smooth meat soup.
They were all delicious home-style dishes that Camille liked, so she was already looking forward to lunch.
Seeing that it was 11:50, Camille closed her tablet and planned to get up and move around so she could eat soon. However, someone clearly didn't want her to have lunch and deliberately knocked on the office door just as she was about to leave.
Hearing the knocking, Camille instinctively looked at Kian sitting on the sofa, her eyes seemingly asking, "What's going on?"
Because no one had come all morning, she certainly didn't think it was the shareholders of Armstrong Corp.
The door was opened the next second, and the person who entered was not someone else but Horace's secretary.
He looked at Camille and whispered, "Mrs. Simpson, someone wants to see you."
It sounded mysterious.
Camille said casually, "What's the matter? I'm ready to eat. If it's not something important, tell me after I finish my meal."
She wasn't interested in this and didn't attach much importance to the purpose of this person coming to see her.
Horace's secretary quickly mentioned the name of the person who wanted to see her, the one who always portrayed himself as a good and honest shareholder. Camille was the first one to meet him yesterday, and today, he took the initiative to come and see her.
Hmm.
Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of indifference emerging in her gaze. She responded without much warmth, "Come in, then."
Only then did Horace's secretary step aside and let the good shareholder in.
Camille stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly raising her gaze to look at the person entering. She spoke first, "What's the matter?"
The good shareholder hurriedly said when he saw Camille, "Well, it's like this. I seem to remember something, but I don't know if it's useful, so I wanted to tell you." "Go ahead."
Seeing Camille's reaction, he spoke in a low voice.
He said that there was indeed a spy among the shareholders. After Horace arrived at Armstrong Corp, there was a meeting where only the shareholders knew the content. Since it was a shareholders' meeting, only the shareholders knew. If we expand the scope a bit, then it would only be the closest secretaries or assistants. However, at that time, everyone was at the company, and they had lunch at the company cafeteria. They didn't have their own assistants or secretaries with them. However, the content of the meeting with Horace was leaked and appeared on internet forums. Horace didn't investigate at the time, so everyone gradually forgot about it.
Now, because Camille mentioned the spy and the traitor, he belatedly remembered it.
He told Camille the details of the incident and also said to her, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the others who were present in the meeting room at that time. But I'm worried that if this matter is leaked, the spy hidden among our shareholders will find out."
Horace's secretary also chimed in, "Mrs. Simpson, there is indeed such a thing. I have some recollection of it. Since I just arrived at Armstrong Corp, I have to be careful about everything related to the company. At that time, this incident happened, but there was barely any evidence or useful information, so Horace had to suppress it as if nothing had happened."
After listening, Camille didn't immediately respond but instinctively looked at Kian.
Kian said, "Good, thank you for being honest with us. We will investigate this matter, but please don't repeat what you just told us to anyone else."
"That's for sure, you can rest assured. I won't." He quickly agreed, then asked Horace's secretary to escort him out first, so as not to let others know that he had come to the office, which might lead to a group attack.
After Horace's secretary and the good shareholder left, Camille finally turned her gaze to Kian and asked, "Can we trust what he said?"
"It's alright, half-trust, half-doubt," Kian said. "First, let's go have lunch, and then you can go and attend to your tasks. I'll handle things at Armstrong Corp."
"Alright, I'll leave it to you then," Camille replied without hesitation, as she also didn't want to stay at Armstrong Corp and face those shareholders who were full of hidden motives.
Together with Kian, she went to the cafeteria for lunch and then spent another half an hour before leaving Armstrong Corp.
After leaving Armstrong Corp, Camille didn't drive but took a taxi. She deliberately chose a café not too far from Armstrong Corp and arrived early, just to see if the person who had been constantly sending messages to disturb her would dare to come.
As soon as Camille entered the café, her phone immediately rang.
It was still the number that hadn't been blocked from last night, and the sender sent a message: "I saw you, but I didn't plan on going in."
Horace's secretary spoke up, "Mrs. Simpson, indeed, there is such a matter. I have some recollection of it."
Because I had just arrived at
Armstrong Corp, I had to be
cautious about everything related to
Armstrong Corp. At that time, the
incident happened, but there was hardly any evidence or useful information. So Horace had
suppress the matter and act as if nothing had happened.
After listening, Camille did not respond immediately. Instead, she instinctively glanced at Kian.
Kian replied, "Well, thank you for being honest with us. We will investigate this matter. However, I kindly request that you do not disclose what you just told us to anyone else."
"Rest assured, I definitely won't. That's for sure," he quickly responded. Then he asked Horace's secretary to leave first to avoid others knowing that he had been in the office. It would likely trigger an onslaught.
After Horace's secretary and the good shareholder left, Camille looked at Kian and asked, "Can we trust his words?"
"It's alright, half and half," Kian said. "Let's go have lunch first, and then you can go and attend to your tasks. I will handle the matters at Armstrong Corp."
"Alright, I'll leave it to you then," Camille replied without hesitation, as she didn't want to continue dealing with the purpose-driven shareholders at Armstrong Corp.novelbin
She and Kian went to the cafeteria to have lunch and stayed for about half an hour before leaving Armstrong Corp.
After leaving Armstrong Corp, Camille didn't drive herself. She hailed a taxi instead.
She deliberately chose a café not too far from Armstrong Corp. She arrived early, wanting to see if the person who had been constantly sending her messages and disturbing her would dare to come. As Camille stepped into the café, her phone immediately rang.
It was the same number from last night that she hadn't blocked. The person sent a message, "I saw you, but I don't intend to come in. Since you already know who I am, I won't beat around the bush. Camille, there are things I can't directly tell you, but what can tell you is that the Simpson family has done something unforgivable and will face consequences. I don't want you to get involved or suffer any harm. So, I
advise you to leave Ayan and the Simpson family. But if you insist on
persisting, I won't show mercy anymore."
The lengthy message left Camille bewildered.
The Simpson family has done something unforgivable?
What could be the reason that Preston has been holding onto Ayan and the Simpson family for all these years?
Camille fell into deep thought, unable to find the right words to respond.
She sat in her seat, expressionless and unresponsive when the café server approached with her coffee, "Miss, here's your coffee."
Camille sat there in a daze, her face devoid of any emotion.
She pursed her lips tightly, her expression unusually grim. She had no idea what to say.