My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 302 - Let The Cat Out Of The Bag

Chapter 302 - Let the Cat Out of the Bag

"It's me."

"Well, is something wrong?"

The conversation between the two was very cold.

The man's voice trailed off, "Are you looking for Camille?"

"Do you know where she went?" Sienna inquired urgently.

The man said, "I don't know, but she's fine, stay out of this for now, Camille and Ayan are married,

she's still carrying the baby, it won't happen for what you're worried about, huh?"

The call came from Rex, whose words seemed to say nothing, but they counted as an answer to

Sienna.

As long as Camille was okay.

She had an idea in her mind as to why Camille was suddenly out of touch, either she had confessed to

Ayan about Preston, or Ayan himself knew about it.novelbin

But whether it was the former or the latter, it was a matter between them as a couple, so she could only

wait to hear from Camille.

Sienna listened to the answer and was silent for a short time before she gave a low hmmm, after which

the atmosphere was quiet.

Both men waited for the other to speak first, and eventually it was Rex who took the initiative.

Rex said, "So ... that's it for now? I'm going to have a meeting, and I'll be in touch afterwards if there's

anything?"

"Okay, bye."

She finished quickly and then randomly cut off the call.

She sat in the car, unable to calm her mood for a long time.

She looked out the window, took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions before she stepped on the

gas and drove back to her apartment.

Since Camille was now with Ayan, there was no need for her to go to the company.

She didn't want to see Preston to save herself from getting into an argument with him, so it was better

to stay at the apartment, but she planned to visit her grandmother later, otherwise she would worry

about Camille.

Sienna drove back to her apartment, parked her car and got down, and before she even approached

the entrance of the apartment floor, she saw Preston standing there waiting.

He wore sunglasses, but was still instantly recognizable.

Sienna did not continue to walk forward, but stopped and stood still.

Preston saw this and took the initiative to come over, looking at each other, she asked indifferently,

"What did you find to come here for?"

"Sienna, I wanted to ask you where Cami has gone? Why can't I reach her?"

Preston lowered his tone, and even though he sensed that Sienna's attitude was not very nice, he

remained as gentle and courteous as ever.

But Sienna didn't give him any good looks: "Cami is married with a husband, you're just her friend, isn't

it a bit inappropriate for you to come to her like this?" Mr. Walker, don't you know that men and women

are different?

Preston's face stiffened slightly as he said with a warm expression, "Sienna, I know you have

preconceptions about me, but I'm really concerned about Cami because she hasn't been to the office

for three days, so I'm a little worried about her."

"She's not home, she's away on business with Ayan."

She swept him off his feet and lifted her feet to go inside when she finished.

Preston saw this and immediately blocked it, "You said she was away on business with Ayan?"

"Yeah? What's the problem? They're a couple, isn't it normal for them to travel together?"

Sienna felt speechless.

Originally did not want to completely tear with him, but at the moment it seems to be some not, this

person is too speechless.

Sienna snorted coldly, her eyes stern with a disdainful look, "Preston, Camille and you are friends, and

as much as I dislike you, she's never been influenced by me either, so I hope you don't drag her down

with you because of what you've done to yourself."

Sienna's words were meaningful and suggestive, and Preston understood them immediately.

His face was cold, and his gentle elegance was gone. He asked indifferently, "Did she tell you

everything?"

"You did all that for fear of being known?"

Sienna grimaced.

Preston grimaced, a chilling indifference surfaced on his face, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, "What's

it to you?"

"You ..."

Preston just swept her off her feet and left without waiting for her to finish.

Preston walked out of the apartment with a cold face. He stood on the side of the road and stopped a

car, since Camille had gone on a business trip with Ayan, that meant Camille hadn't told Ayan.

He got into a cab, gave the driver an address, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

Preston did not notice that the cab started the next second, the car followed a small black car all the

way behind.

All the way to Preston are no response, but he did not fall asleep, because there is no way to contact

Camille, even if the tentative guess Camille has not said to Ayan, but his heart is still not sure.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his mood became.

He then opened his eyes and sat up straight, looking out the window, frowning, his handsome face

without any extra expression.

He went straight back to his place, and the little black car that had been trailing him was parked on the

road in front of the apartment where he lived.

The people in the car watched as Preston entered the apartment, then the back seat of the car was

opened, and a man and a woman stepped down and followed him into the apartment.

They went into the opposite door where Preston lived and everything was going on in secret and quiet.

The morning passed peacefully, but Preston went back to his apartment and never came out, and the

news naturally reached Ayan's ears in the first place.

Ayan said, "If he hasn't made any moves by tomorrow, then we'll just reveal our horses for him to find

out."

"Let him find out? So he won't run away?"

"He's not going to run."

Ayan is very sure, if he will run, then already ran, will not wait until now.

Ayan's instructions, a man and a woman who live across the street from Preston deliberately reveal

themselves so that he can find out that he is being followed and watched.

Preston's first reaction to learning of this was to guess that the other party must be someone arranged

by Ayan.

He kept his composure and dialed Camille's cell phone again. The response was the same as

yesterday, no answer at all.

He couldn't help but guess in the back of his mind that Camille had told him?

Whether Camille said it or not, it didn't matter to him as long as Ayan didn't attack him head-on.

After all, he has long been ready to respond, even at this moment the police investigation he did not

have the slightest panic, because all the evidence shows that this matter has nothing to do with him, all

is Isaac alone, even if Isaac bite back, he is not anxious, because Isaac no evidence.

Preston's reaction made the people staring at him wonder, shouldn't the normal subconscious reaction

be to run away immediately?

Why didn't he have to run?

They couldn't make up their minds and had to contact Ayan to explain the situation.

Ayan said, "There is no hurry, you guys just keep an eye on him."

Ayan then asked Kian to come over and pick him up for a trip to the construction site.

This is still a state where you can't get in or out, but Ayan is different, he can get in or out if he wants to.

Ayan entered the scene and called out to Mr. Moss, he asked Mr. Moss, "After so many days, is there

any reaction from these people?"

"Mr. Simpson , everything is normal, only occasionally complain about restricting their freedom for too

long other than nothing unusual, after all, even if they can not get out, they are still paid rest, which is

much easier for these workers who earn money by their strength."

Not only could the workers not get out, but Mr. Moss never left the building either.

Ayan did not respond to his words, but only stared at him lightly for a few seconds, the meaningful

under his eyes made Mr. Moss a little apprehensive.

He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson , is there something you have ordered and arranged?"