Female Novel
Chapter 692 Jealousy
Chapter 692 Jealousy
Preston's voice is soft and low, and his tone gives a flavor of ambiguity.
Louise was attracted by such a man, she gently pursed her lips, and her voice was not as harsh as to
Camille but full of tenderness, she said, "Mr. Baxter, I don't mean anything else, I just want to work well
with Mr. Baxter and cooperate with Mr. Baxter's arrangement to complete this project, because like Mr.
Baxter such a good and handsome man I think there must be many girls admire. Mr. Baxter such an
excellent and handsome man I think there must be many girls admire, so Mr. Baxter and why take the
initiative to show a person?"
Louise didn't fail to notice how gentle Preston's attitude towards Camille was, but Camille's reaction
was cold and watery, no ripples at all, she'd seen a lot of women like that.
She thought that a man like Preston might not be able to see Camille's mind, but she wouldn't. She
wouldn't allow Camille to be complacent all the time, and besides, she wasn't worse than Camille. If
Camille was really good, why didn't she go to a bigger company?
This can only mean one thing, Camille is just relying on her face.
Louise waited for Preston's response after her words, but the man only laughed lightly, and his voice
was inaudible: "Oh? We've only met once and you already know so much about me?"
Louise smiled gently: "Because Mr. Baxter's every word and deed is telling me that you are a very
perfect man, I feel very honored to know and cooperate with Mr. Baxter, I wonder if Mr. Baxter is
convenient to leave a contact for me?"
She usually contacted architects and project assistants similar to her, although there are also company
owners and directors, but generally are very old, or general appearance, but Preston is different, he
looks handsome and gentle, not at all those she knows can be compared.
So she silently told herself that she should not miss the opportunity she could grasp.
She finished her words and waited with an expectant face for Preston to respond.
But the man looked at him indifferently, thin lips did not mean to speak again, this quiet atmosphere
also became a little awkward, of course, this awkwardness only Louise alone.
Her eyes have never left Preston, and at this moment she saw the situation is also hurried to find a
complement: "Mr. Baxter, I do not mean anything else, and will not disturb you, I am just afraid that in
the project encountered any novel ideas want to talk to you, I do not know if it is okay?"
"Yes, how could you not?" Preston smiled lightly and took out his phone to exchange contact
information with Louise.
Louise is very happy, a face are smiling, in fact, Louise looks quite okay, open features, body is also
very good, the only drawback is probably not refined enough, so it gives a kind of look a little bit of
earthy feeling.
The two left their contact information and Sean drove over.
Sean came down and opened the backseat door for Preston, who just glanced at Louise and then
walked right over and got in.
Louise was also quick to say, "Mr. Baxter, I didn't drive here today, I wonder if it's convenient to give me
a ride?"
Preston did not say anything, Sean knew him, this is already given the answer, after closing the back
seat door directly blocked Louise's line of sight, tone indifferent: "Not convenient, Mr. Baxter has other
work."
After that, Sean walked around the car and got in, and the car quickly started and disappeared in front
of Louise's eyes.
She stood in place for a long time, her heart was very upset, but it was already a good start, at least got
the contact information, she had this confidence and bottom line to be able to take this man, so she
would not have to work so hard.
In the car, Sean drove and looked at Preston through the rearview mirror, he swept another glance at
the fading Louise and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Walker, do we need to take her off this project?"
He felt that Louise was bothering Preston and wanted to clean up for Preston.
Preston looked sideways at the car window and said in a lighter tone, "No, it might be useful to keep
her."
"Okay, just what should we do if she's offending Miss Armstrong?"
"She wouldn't dare." Preston responded with aplomb.
As far as he was concerned, no one could bully Camille, and no one could say a word against Camille,
except, of course, himself.
Camille drove away from the hotel and took Yessica back to her place before driving back to Maple
Leaves Mansion.
She parked her car and got out of it just in time to meet Horace, who had just returned.
The last time I contacted Horace was about the design, and it's been a few days since then.
They nodded and greeted each other before Camille took the initiative and asked, "Mr. Burris, have the
designs been reviewed yet?"
"Well, it's been handed over to the Simpson Group and should be ready for use after the meeting in a
couple of days." Horace responded in a light voice, Camille nodded, he followed and asked, "The
design collaboration that I mentioned to Camille before, how is Camille considering it?"
Camille blinked, honestly, she had forgotten about it.novelbin
At this moment, she remembered only when Horace mentioned it, her face slightly stiffened and she
said somewhat unnaturally, "Mr. Burris, would you mind if I said I forgot?"
Horace was also stunned, not expecting Camille to ask him so directly, and even if she had forgotten,
he figured she'd probably just pull some other excuse.
Hearing Camille's answer, he also couldn't help but laugh lightly, the coldness between his eyebrows
gradually dispersed into warmth, and he said, "So give me an answer now that you think about it?"
She: "Is Mr. Burris going to wait until the project in hand is over or should we start preparing for a new
collaboration now?"
"It should be after it's over."
"I can say yes, but I may not be able to be based there because I have a different project ready to start
right now."
"Yes." Horace was very quick to agree, in fact, he also has a designer in hand, but more appreciate
Camille's style, plus he just came to Hance City and Armstrong Corp need to step by step slowly to get
a firm footing in order to carry out subsequent work.
The two men stood by the car and talked for about ten minutes until the door of the black car that
followed Camille into the front door of Maple Leaves Mansion opened not far away and the man inside
lost all patience and got out of the car and slowly walked over.
His voice came before he arrived: "Why are you standing here and not going up?"
This was said to Camille.
The sound of Camille and Horace turned to look over, his pace slowly walked to the two, a handsome
face full of tenderness, deep eyes are also fully focused on Camille, stopping, he smoothly hold her
hand gently hold, and only then look sideways at Horace.
He said, "Mr. Burris, what a coincidence?"
Horace slightly drops his head as a greeting, followed by a response, "Mr. Simpson, just came back
and ran into Camille for a chat Armstrong Corp has a collaboration case and wants to invite Camille to
work with them."
Ayan nodded his head reserved look revealed a few light smiles, he lowered his eyes to the woman
beside him and softly asked, "What do you think?"
"I promised." Camille answered truthfully.
He did not move: "Well, that's good." Then he looked at Horace again and asked in a lighter tone, "Mr.
Burris, if you have any cooperation, don't forget the Simpson Group, or let me have a bowl of soup to
try."
Horace's expression was always light and cool, and he nodded: "I am naturally welcome as long as Mr.
Simpson appreciates your face."
"Then let's wish us a good cooperation in advance." Ayan took the initiative to reach out and shake
Horace's hand.
The time is not too early, a simple exchange of pleasantries and a few words before saying goodbye to
each other to go home.
Camille was held by Ayan's hand into the floor, into the elevator he also directly pressed his own floor,
Camille saw the situation frowned and said: "I want to go home."
"Can't you stay with me for a while? You and Horace were down there talking for so long! Are you so
mean to give me some time?" He was full of complaints, just like a complaining woman.
He does not look as serious as usual, nor is he angry, instead there is a kind of aggrieved
unhappiness, like a child watching others have candy to eat themselves, but do not dare to cry only to
mutter and complain about the feeling.
Camille smiled lightly and asked, "You're jealous?"