Female Novel
Chapter 750 Admitted
"Okay, it's all up to you." Preston agreed without even thinking about it.
Molly was happier than winning the lottery.
After the call ended, Preston's face was covered with a cold, cool expression, he clutched the phone
and did not put it down, but lifted the covers and got up from the bed, went to the floor-to-ceiling
window and leaned over to look out, before entering a series of numbers long engraved in his memory
to dial.
In this process of waiting for the other side to answer, Preston's breath is subconsciously held.
It took nearly ten seconds after the beep for the other side to pick up.
The woman's faint voice carried warmth and softness: "Hello?"
He immediately said, "Cami, it's me."
Camille certainly knows it is him, although there is no note, but this number has been called several
times, naturally there is some impression and memory.
Camille asked in a low muffled voice, "Do you ... something wrong?"
"Cami, I want to ask you a question."
"What's the problem?"
"You're at the museum now, right? Let me come over and meet you, I'll meet you at the cafe next to the
museum, huh?"
"Say what you have to say, I don't want any more misunderstandings that can be avoided." Camille
was referring to the video that had come out, and although it was now behind her and she had
reminded Preston of it the day she returned to work at the museum after it was over, he still didn't seem
to have taken it to heart, or he wouldn't be asking to meet again now.
Camille's detachment made Preston's expectation that had appeared on his face instantly turn into
indifference after loss, and he said, "Cami, I just have something to ask you, is it even possible that
Ayan has already controlled you to such an extent?"
"What is it that you can't ask like that?" Camille was vaguely impatient, and as for what he said about
Ayan, she just skipped it and didn't intend to respond.
For Preston, there is probably only a little bit of the old love left.
And because she remembered how good he had been to her, Camille didn't want to tear up the last
remaining love.
Her raw voice caused Preston to narrow his eyes along with her, his voice warm and indifferent, "Have
you seen Sean?"
Camille's eyes pause as she says, "I don't understand what you mean, Sean is your secretary, how can
I not have met Sean?"
"Cami, that's not what I'm asking, Sean has been out of touch with me for a few days now, did you see
him at Ayan's hands?" Preston tested Camille, trying to get something out of Camille, he said, "Did
Ayan have some misunderstanding about me? So he thought he could ask something by holding Sean
in his hands? If he really had that in mind, he could have just come to me, no need to hold Sean's
hand."
Camille frowned slightly as she said, somewhat helplessly, "How did Sean's lost connection end up in
Ayan's hands? Does this have anything to do with it?"
"Cami, I am not directly to the police for your sake but hope that you talk to Ayan to release Sean, the
police will also be more or less to Ayan, do you also do not mind?"
"He didn't do anything, what's the impact? Since Sean's been missing for days, you might as well call
the police and let them help find someone!" Camille kindly suggested. novelbin
This comment made Preston all emotional, Preston said: "Cami why do you always take Ayan's side?
You just believe that Ayan did not do anything? Or even if he did you are still unconditionally on his
side? Right or wrong?"
Camille got up and walked out of the conference room because there were some things she couldn't
say in front of others, and the emotions she was holding in her heart dispersed instantly as she said,
"He's my husband, there's nothing wrong with me being on his side, is there Preston? What's the point
of this?"
The bluntness of her question made Preston speechless.
She added: "If you're asking me if Sean is in Ayan's hands or not? All I can tell you is also only three
words, I don't know, and if you don't believe me, then you should call the police! After all, the police are
fair and impartial, and I think they will give you a satisfactory answer."
"In Hance City, Ayan's land, what else is fair just?"
"If that's what you think, then why are you calling me on this number?"
"I just want you to be fair to me." Preston's tone was low and he was a little emotional as he said,
"Cami, you stand Ayan unconditionally like this, what about him? Is he doing the same to you? You
know he doesn't love you, why do you still insist on this, can you really not let him go like this?"
The expression on Camille's face instantly cold down, although Preston has been a friend for many
years, but time and again meddling in her affairs, both words and certain actions have made her feel
very stressed and dissatisfied, so her tone is not much better attitude.
She said: "If you want to think so that is it, Preston, every time you contact me to say something is
accusing me, but I want to tell you is that this is my business, I do not want others to intervene too
much, even if I choose the wrong, then I admit it, so you do not need to remind me again and again to
let me recognize the reality, even if he does not love me, I also admit it. "
Camille is also a very rebellious person, the more a person sways her thoughts and decisions in such a
commanding tone, the less she will listen, moreover, she is not a child, so why always order her in such
a way of educating children?
Each time, Preston began with a kind of active peacemaking, but eventually his words annoyed Camille
and then became more and more stagnant.
After ending the call, both Camille and Preston's faces looked very grave and gloomy.
Camille stood in the corridor and did not return to the conference room. The expression on her face
revealed how bored she was at the moment, she sent a message to Ayan and asked him to meet her
for lunch later.
Because Ayan didn't hide it from her, she knew very well that Sean was in Ayan's hands, but some
things were not good to say over the phone, so she still needed to talk in person.
After finishing his work, Camille drove directly from the museum to the Simpson Group.
The next second her car drove out of the museum parking garage, a black car also immediately
followed her car keeping a safe distance behind her.
Camille didn't notice, but drove carefully, her mind was also organizing the design drawings that ended
in the morning. Amber, who took over the work from Louise, is a very competent architect, which also
made everyone's work efficiency increased, without those infighting and contradictions, everyone
cooperated with each other and basically finalized the inner composition in one morning.
Camille arrived at the Simpson Group building and Ayan came out of the building. He didn't drive and
got directly into Camille's passenger seat.
Camille couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sorry Mr. Simpson is sitting in this car."
Ayan responded with an indifferent face, "It's okay, the driver is you, I'm happy to delegate myself."
Camille looked at him with a grown-up look and continued to laugh, "So may I ask Mr. Simpson if he
can now fasten his full belt and go?"
"Yes." Ayan immediately put on his seat belt, then smoothly took one of her hands and clutched it in
his: "Drive!"
Camille jerked her hand, "Let go of me, how can I drive if you don't let go of me?"
"Not with one hand?"
"Mr. Simpson, I'm a female driver, and you're comfortable letting me drive one-handed?"
Ayan hesitated a little, then was defeated by the three words female driver.
With her hands free, Camille took the wheel and stepped on the gas to drive away from the Simpson
building, Camille looked at the road and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"You decide, I'll do as you say."
Ayan leaned back in the passenger seat, his gentle gaze fixed on Camille for just a moment as he
asked, "How was work today?"
"Thanks to you, it went well." Camille knew that Louise's company suddenly arranged for another
person to come over must be related to Ayan.
Ayan didn't deny it either, just smiled.
His afterimage swept a glance through the rearview mirror inadvertently, his dark eyes instantly
narrowed, a cold chill flashed under his eyes, and said indifferently, "Drive slower!"