Female Novel
Chapter 691 Lost
Chapter 691 Lost
Preston said this kind of words is undoubtedly put Camille on the shelf, in a position that everyone will
hate but still have to please the surface.
This will only be troublesome for Camille's next endeavor.
But Preston didn't seem to anticipate this, he just wanted to tell everyone that Camille is not to be
provoked or offended, not to mention that these people can't afford to talk nonsense or accuse her of
being capable.
Only for Camille to say that she doesn't need such a high profile at all.
This kind of high profile that does no good and even makes her enemies is not only full of pressure, but
also makes her feel bored.
She is a person who always likes to keep a low profile, and she is not willing to make a splash, let
alone show her face.
She just wants to do her own thing in peace and quiet.
But Camille didn't say anything, she just pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.
Because of Preston's words, no one dared to have any opinion, the next is to sit and prepare for dinner,
Camille was arranged to sit on Preston's left side, her other side is Yessica, Yessica came to Camille's
ear and whispered: "Cami, we have Mr. Walker to help us! "
Yessica guessed the identity of Preston, so in front of Camille she directly called Preston Mr. Walker
instead of Mr. Baxter.
Camille looked askance at her with a faint face, hummed lightly and said indifferently, "I am not blessed
to bear this kind of good."
Yessica looked at Camille in disbelief, but she didn't say anything more.
This meal to Preston mainly, we have toasted to show admiration, Preston is also quite good to talk, in
addition to just a door to the words of everyone is also very gentle without any further anger.
After the toast, the project manager of the bidding party took the initiative to say: "It is a kind of fate that
we can gather in this project, and we hope that you can cooperate with Mr. Baxter to complete this
project successfully. Wind Construction Company is not well known in Hance City and has only been
established for almost a year, so you should understand what to do, right?"
The implication of these words is very obvious, clearly saying that although the people here are
working with Wind Construction Company, the appointed company, but completely do not need to put
this small company without much strength in the eyes, all things are listening to Preston's wishes, it is
better to directly over Wind Construction Company to work with Hance City Museum alone.
Everyone understands what this means, but for the sake of the rice bowl, they all raised their glasses to
show their loyalty, and Camille and Yessica had to raise their glasses and clink them together.
Camille also wondered what the background of Wind Construction Company was.
After all, to be appointed by the Hance City Museum to be in charge of this project must have certain
connections, so can it really be left out of the picture as they say?
Camille did not voice the question in her mind, but just ate her food quietly.
I don't know how long it took, we also drank a little wine, the atmosphere also followed the lively up.
While everyone was laughing and chatting, Preston moved closer to Camille and asked in a soft voice,
"Why aren't you talking? What's on your mind?"
Camille immediately tensed up her body, a face slightly stiff, the eyes under the distant and indifferent
very obvious.
She responded faintly, "Not if you have nothing to say."
Preston said: "Cami, this project is our own, you can do what you want to do, with me in, no one dares
to give you face, all according to your ideas to do, I fully support you, you are bold to play your
imagination, as for other things I will arrange, this feeling is not back to our previous just started the
company I will arrange everything else. How well we worked together back then? No one can match
our cooperation at all, don't you think?"
Camille frowned slightly, no expression on her face, she looked incredulously at Preston and corrected:
"This project is not ours, maybe it's yours, but it doesn't belong to me either now or later, I'm just a
participant in this project, I hope you will stop saying such misunderstanding-prone words too, okay? "
Camille pick words to say a clear let Preston slightly narrowed his eyes, under the eyes overflowing
with a faint warm indifference, but he did not flare up, only whispered: "Cami, are you afraid of others
misunderstanding or afraid of him misunderstanding?"
Camille didn't say anything, a question she didn't even want to answer.
But Preston decided that Camille was able to leave him because of Ayan. He put all his grievances on
Ayan, he felt that Ayan was deliberately provoking his relationship with Camille and did not want
Camille's relationship with him to go back to what it was before. If it wasn't for Ayan, he and Camille
would have gotten together a long time ago.
He controlled his inner discontent and remained gentle in his tone and manner with Camille, saying,
"It's just a job, he can't help you, but he can't stop you, Cami, you can't lose yourself because of him,
can you?"
Camille looked at him lightly, did not explain anything, just smiled: "If I really lost myself because of him
can not help it, right?"
"Cami!" Preston's face suddenly froze and his voice flooded with rawness, "Is he really that important?"
"I guess so!" Camille didn't want to explain, let alone deny, instead she went along with him as she
said, "After all, he and I are married, and that's probably all we can do in this life without changing
anything."
"How can't you change? I can help you if you want, if you want."
"Help me? Help me with what?"
"If you want to divorce him, I'll help you, help you leave him, Cami, if you ask, huh?"
Preston seemed slightly agitated, his dark eyes fixed on Camille in anticipation of her answer.
But Camille just smiled fearlessly and said, "No, that's it. After all, we even have a baby, so I don't want
to change things."
"If Ayan is not the same Ayan now, are you willing to stay with him?" Preston was slightly emotional
and the words came out of his heart, but because of the crowd, his voice and tone were suppressed
and suppressed.
Camille frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean he's not who he is now? Can't a person
change?"
Preston's face was stony, with many complex emotions flashing under his eyes, but he did not explain,
let alone answer Camille's words.
He said, "Cami, sooner or later you will see it."
Having said that, he had gotten up, and because he didn't want Camille to pursue him, he hurriedly got
up and left the booth.
Camille sat there for a long time, Preston's words repeating themselves over and over in her head, and
the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
What exactly is Preston implying?
Even Ayan still hasn't figured out what the purpose of what he did was?
Is he hiding too deep or is there something else going on?
Probably because he was afraid that Camille would continue to ask questions, Preston returned to the
box again has not sat back to the table, he rested on a side sofa for a while, and then briefly chatted a
few words about the project.novelbin
The project was scheduled to meet at the Hance City Museum office in three days, and the work was to
be completed at a specific location. This way, the work is protected from leakage.
After talking about things, everyone dispersed one after another.
Camille drove over with Yessica, so she left first.
After seeing Camille leave, Preston had also asked Sean to drive. While waiting for Sean to drive over,
Louise asked her assistant to wait for her at the same place and she took the initiative to walk up to
Preston: "Mr. Baxter, there are too many people tonight and I didn't have a chance to talk to you alone,
so I hope Mr. Baxter can take care of me in the future. I hope Mr. Baxter can take more care of you in
the future, and I will do my best to make all of Mr. Baxter's arrangements."
She gazed at the handsome man in front of her, excluding the words at the beginning she felt that
Preston was a very gentle person, so her heart could not help but have some other thoughts and ideas.
Preston raised his eyes and gave her a faint sweep, followed by a meaningful smile between his
eyebrows: "Care? What kind of care do you want?"