Female Novel
Chapter 555 Identity
Chapter 555 Identity
Sienna hurriedly ducked out of the way, then looked at the person in the car again and asked, "Master
Simpson, I assume you'll give me a lift?"
Ayan's gaze was gentle: "Naturally!"
Kian hurriedly pressed the door lock to let the crowd get in.
Camille sat next to Ayan, then Sienna, Dan also nodded with Ayan as a greeting and then sat in the
back row, and finally Rex was left standing there motionless.
His face was sour as he stared at a certain woman in the car, the displeasure under his eyes was
obvious, Kian reminded in a low voice, "Master Ward, are you sitting in the back or in the passenger
seat?"
Rex said with a leathery smile, "Lively back there, of course."
After saying that, he then got into the car.
As the car made its way calmly out of the airport garage, Kian asked softly, "Master Simpson has
booked a restaurant for everyone to eat, so we'll go straight to the restaurant?"
Ayan is silent.
Rex is also.
Dan took over, "That's fine with me."
Sienna and Camille were also nodding their heads to say yes.
Then Kian drove straight in the direction of the restaurant.
The atmosphere in the car followed the silence.
Ayan and Camille were sitting next to each other, and then Camille was next to Sienna. The two were
not too close to each other, but their clothes could still touch each other.
Camille sniffed a little uncomfortably, especially as his scent lingered on the tip of her nose, and Sienna
noticed the scene and asked, "What are you sniffing?"
Camille froze.
"Uh ..... No."
Sienna didn't quite believe it, then leaned in close to her and asked in a whisper with only two voices,
"What are you doing?"
"No really." Of course she wouldn't say that.
Sienna grunted lightly, and then squeezed hard, Camille's whole body fell directly towards Ayan, the
hand as if it had been ready to take people directly into the arms.
Camille stiffened and immediately sat up straight, and Ayan was immediately released.
Camille glared at Sienna, who just spat out her tongue and didn't say anything.
Rex in the back laughed lightly, his voice was not slow: "Master Simpson next time to arrange an extra
car for us, but also save us from sitting in the car tired after having to eat the dog food you two stuffed."
Ayan said indifferently, "Do I need to stop and let you down?"
"Ayan, you're really good at crossing the river!"
Rex was meaningful, and the two men's eyes locked through the rearview mirror.
Thankfully, the restaurant was soon reached to end the doldrums.
As we all ate our meals and talked about the changes in the area, it was past 8:00 p. m.
Today is also tired, so we all unanimously decided to go home early to rest.
After leaving the restaurant, Rex's driver was already waiting, so Sienna took her luggage and waved
goodbye to Camille.
After seeing the two Rex get into the car, Ayan then looked at Dan: "Is Master Tucker going straight
back to the hotel?"
"Yes." Dan nodded.
But the restaurant was only ten minutes away from the hotel, and he got out of the car and said thank
you, "Thanks to Master Simpson for your hospitality today."
Ayan lightly returned: "Master Tucker polite, this time hard work."
"It's not hard, it's all part of the job." Dan and Ayan are also few words, no extra half-word to talk aboutnovelbin
except for the work, his eyes to Camille said, "Bye!"
"Well, bye!" Camille nodded back with a light smile.
Dan turned around and pulled the suitcase into the hotel door, Kian then stepped on the gas and drove
away.
Camille and Ayan are the only two left in the back seat, although they are still sitting next to each other,
but because there is no Sienna so there is an extra line of chow between the two.
The atmosphere is too quiet to be quiet, and each other's breathing can be heard clearly.
Camille pursed her lips and regretted that she hadn't asked Sienna to give her a ride, because she
really didn't know how to get along with Ayan now?
"Did you have fun going out this time?" A low, manly voice suddenly asked.
She subconsciously looked sideways at the man beside her, not quite understanding why he was
asking this?
But still, he nodded, "Well, okay."
"Just be happy." There was something in his words, and his deep eyes were fixed on Camille for a
moment.
Camille slightly stunned, completely unknown to look at the man next to him frozen.
She said indifferently, "If you have something to say, just say it!"
He didn't make a sound right away, of course, but his eyes were still on her.
This atmosphere lasted for a while, Ayan then said unhurriedly: "Rex has told me what happened in
your past this time, that I will give you an account of that incident, and will not do nothing because of
the past."
Camille immediately understood what he was talking about?
She pursed her lips slightly, her gaze shifted to look ahead, and her voice was emotionless as she
asked, "In what capacity are you giving me this account?"
On one side is the ex-wife, on the other is the white moonlight.
Looking for justice for your ex-wife?
Or in what capacity do you order the already separated white moonlight to make amends to your ex-
wife?
Either way you need an identity to speak up, right?
Ayan also frowned slightly at her remark and the warmth of his face was noticeable several degrees as
he said, "Is it enough for me to be Timmy's dad?"
Camille didn't answer, just gazed at him again, "And in what capacity did you convince Cora?"
Ayan's furrowed brow tightened and his voice revealed a low tone: "Must you have an identity to
convince her?"
"Why else would she say yes to you?"
"Is it okay in my capacity as president of the Simpson Group?"
Since she had to ask for an identity, would that identity be okay?
Camille didn't answer, just a feeling in her heart that she couldn't tell.
The car also stopped at this point, she subconsciously reached out and pressed the door open button,
and the door was followed by the opening of the car.
She just had the action of getting off Ayan clutched her wrist and asked in a low voice: "Can you not
always avoid? Since the topic has been opened, let's finish talking properly, OK?"
Camille struggled but was no match for his strength.
She frowned, "You're hurting me."
The force in Ayan's hand tightened, and then still loosened a lot, but the handsome profile was warm
and taut, and the deep eyes were staring at her for a moment: "Now can you finish talking to me
properly about this topic?"
He kept an inquiring attitude, leaving all the initiative in Camille's hands.
Camille wordlessly took a deep breath, the stoicism and restraint on her face completely disappeared
at this moment, her beautiful brow was tightly furrowed, the look under her eyes revealed the coldness
in her heart: "If I say no, will you agree?"
He stared at her for a couple of seconds before returning, "No."
She laughed coldly: "If you won't why do you have to do this more than once?"
He: "I just want to have a good talk with you, does that refuse to happen?"
"What do you want to say? Are you talking about Cora? Who are you that she can make decisions for
her? Even if you can claim her as the chief of this project, then what she did to me wasn't because of
work, right?"
If it's not work, then even if he is the chief project manager, he can't do whatever he wants, right?
Ayan gazed at his eyes: "Business or private, as long as the end result is what we want is enough. "
"You know what I want? You don't know anything, and who are you to say that?" Camille's emotions
gradually became agitated, and a face was cool and indifferent.