Female Novel
Chapter 635 Lying
Chapter 635 Lying
Instead of saying yes, Camille simply said, "What can I do for you?"
She did not show surprise, nor did she ask where he was now, but asked him directly if there was
anything wrong.
Her response was immediately heard by the other person as well, and his voice was low as she asked,
"Cami, don't you want to see me?"
Camille did not answer. Without expression, she took a silent breath, her tone still warm, "What do you
have to say?"
She had a detached attitude.
He said, "It's nothing, I just want to meet you."
"No, I don't think you have time to see me right now, and as for what you said, all I want to know is the
issue about Grandma, did you order Eileen to do it?"
Camille had wanted to ask him directly as soon as he handed her the contact information in which way.
But he didn't know how to speak. At this moment, since he had given this opportunity, she naturally
wouldn't miss it.
Her words were straightforward and honest, without any euphemism at all.
He flinched slightly and asked in a low voice, "Cami, don't you believe me?"
"Preston, you haven't answered that question for me! So what's your answer? Did you do it?"
Camille smiled lightly, but the coldness of the words took over all the tone. The only remaining trace of
emotion was only sarcasm.
Her attitude was tinged with doubt and, beyond that, distrust of him.
He denied, "Of course not, how could I have the ability to order her!"
"So what happened to my grandmother had nothing to do with you either, right?"
"Cami, how could I possibly go and hurt Grandma? I know Grandma is the most important person to
you and she is your family, how could I possibly do such a thing?"
He was a little emotional, as if that was the only way Camille would believe it.
Camille sank into a brief silence, and it took almost half a minute before she opened her mouth, "I'm
done asking what I need to ask, so if you have anything to say, say it!"
"Cami, do you believe me?"
Is it really that important to explain this?
Ayan also asked her about it in the past two days.
But what Ayan had asked was completely different from what he was asking at this moment.
She could not explain that feeling, but would subconsciously get the answer. The answer flowing from
the depths of the heart, without hesitation.
But Preston's question at this moment made Camille silent.
She didn't really want to answer, so she just said, "I don't know, if you don't have anything to say, I have
work to do."
"Can you come down, Cami, I'm downstairs at the office, let's meet, and if you think you don't believe
me about Grandma's issue, I can explain, okay?"
"No." Camille retorted lightly, "There is no need for us to meet now, and now that you are not you, there
is no need to meet, is there?"
"Cami!!!"
Camille didn't wait for him to say anything else and ended the call directly.
She put down her phone, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look down. Because of the
distance, it was not clear, but she could still see the black car parked there, probably him.
Why did he contact her again when he clearly showed up under another identity?
Wasn't he afraid she'd tell Ayan?
Camille's attitude towards him was ambivalent because he had helped her a lot and had been a good
friend for many years, but the suspicion of him in her heart had not been dispelled until now, so she
could not face him with the same attitude as before, she couldn't do it.
She felt depressed, since he had already appeared with another identity, why did he refuse to even
pretend to face her? Did he really think she could be bottomlessly tolerant, or did the matter of
Grandma really have nothing to do with him?
Camille pursed her lips, unable to find a reasonable excuse or reason to convince herself.
Her emotions also became agitated because of her grandmother, and her face followed with a cold
expression.
The cell phone on the table suddenly rang again at that moment.
Camille then looked back. She frowned slightly, thinking it was Preston calling again. The expression
on her face was cold as ice. She went over and picked up the phone and realized it wasn't Preston, it
was Ayan.
She froze and picked up, "Hello?"
"At the office?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
Ayan got right to the point: "Did Preston come to you?"
"What do you mean? Spying on me?"
"It's not spying on you."
He was not at all shy about it either.
Camille reacted. He wasn't spying on her, he was just spying on Preston.
But Camille also realized one thing, so Ayan knew everything from the beginning?
Camille stared blankly, "You knew all that?"
Ayan chuckled as he said, "Tell me, did he come to you?"
"Don't you know all about it?"
"I want to hear it from you in person." He said.
Camille's voice was emotionless as she sulked, "You just don't think I can lie?"
"I didn't think of it that way."
"You didn't think so, but that's what you did didn't you?" She hummed softly and said indifferently, "He
did come to see me."
"So he and Benjamin are the same person, right?"
"Didn't you already confirm that?"
Ayan said low and heavy: "Yes, I have confirmed it. From the beginning, I guessed that he would be the
person in charge arranged by Austin. I came to realize it during that meal. He said his name is
Benjamin. But a guess at the identity without any evidence is not enough, and it is impossible to dispelnovelbin
the suspicion in my heart. Besides, there can't be such a coincidence in this world."
Ayan knew even more than she thought she would, which made Camille ask, "If you know everything,
then why don't you just call the police?"
"Why did you call the police? Isn't this more fun now?" Ayan smiled lightly, his words filled with ridicule.
Camille didn't quite understand exactly what he meant by that, but her mind was more or less
guessing, and she asked lightly, "What are you going to do?"
"Shut the door and beat the dog?!" Ayan's questioning tone was tinged with a low laugh, and his voice
was getting huskier: "Since he thinks he has the ability to muddle through, how is he going to act if I
don't cooperate a little?"
"Ayan, why are you telling me so much?"
She was now in a rather contradictory position, so she didn't want to know too much about the
intentions and thoughts of Ayan and Preston. As for herself, she just wanted to understand what
happened to her grandmother, and if this was really about Preston, she naturally wouldn't continue to
treat him as a friend, and if it had nothing to do with him, she wouldn't interfere with his and Ayan's
affairs. After all, he did sabotage that project.
Camille's inquiry made Ayan smile gently, and he said in an extremely soft voice: "It's not good to talk
to you more about this? Do you want me to hide everything from you?"
"You're not afraid I'll tell him?"
"You won't, just like you won't tell me what he said to you. I know how you feel because he's your friend
and has helped you a lot, so you won't be two-faced, but you can't bear to be cruel to me either, can
you? I'm telling you just because I want you to be prepared."
Ayan simply didn't want Camille to do things that violated her boundaries just to be on his side. If she
did, she wouldn't be Camille.
So how could Ayan be willing to make things difficult for her?
Ayan just let her know his every move, and also hoped that she would always stay out of this matter.
Ayan added: "Well, that's it for this matter. I'll make time to deal with Cora in the last two days. Grandpa
is recovering a lot, but she should be punished for doing something wrong and take responsibility for
her actions."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Will you accompany me there?" Ayan did not reply, as if he had already made a plan and decision.
Camille also didn't go on with the question, since he had already said it, so she would see how he
would do it.