Female Novel
Chapter 858: Lack
Chapter 858: Lack
Kian was the first to react and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, I'll take them out first and wait for you at the
hotel entrance."
Ayan didn't say anything, which meant he agreed. So Kian immediately waved his hand, signaling the
others to leave in a hurry. Lingering any longer wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.
Once the sound of the door closing was heard, Ayan stood up from his chair and walked towards the
bedroom.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door before entering directly. Camille was lying in bed,
wrapping herself tightly with the blanket, which made him involuntarily curl his lips, revealing a shallow
smile.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pull the blanket, attempting to uncover
the person inside. However, the person inside held onto it tightly and refused to let go.
Ayan's voice was gentle as he asked, "What are you doing? Why are you hiding inside? Come out, or
else you'll suffocate, hmm? Okay?"
He inquired softly, each word exuding a tender warmth. However, Camille remained unyielding.
Ayan decided to simply wrap his arms around her, along with the blanket, and held her in his embrace.
His voice grew hoarse as he asked, "What's the matter?"
Only then did Camille show her round head, her brows furrowed in displeasure, as she asked, "Why
didn't you tell me that there were so many people here? I must have looked... I embarrassed you, didn't
I?"
After all, he was Ayan, the esteemed CEO of Simpson Group. Kian was one thing, but if the other
people found out that Ayan's wife was such a disheveled person, it wouldn't sound good, would it?
She pursed her lips slightly, finding it increasingly difficult to talk about it.
But Ayan didn't care at all. He said, "You don't need to care about anyone's gaze. As long as you're fine
in my eyes, who cares what others think, hmm?"
"But..."
"No 'buts.' Don't worry about it. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can bribe each of them or dig up their
personal information to threaten them and force them to forget what just happened, hmm?"
Camille gave him a speechless look. There was no need for such actions.
Seeing her silent response, Ayan smiled and then casually reminded her, "Will you accompany me to
the opening ceremony later? After it ends, we have to return to Hance in the afternoon, okay?"
Camille nodded. After being away for several days, she truly missed Hance.
When one stayed in a place for a long time, they would long for their familiar city when going
somewhere else.
As for accompanying him to the opening ceremony, Camille hesitated and asked, "Wouldn't it be
inappropriate for me to go to the opening ceremony? This is your cooperation with Rapace Group, it's
work. Would it be okay for me to attend?"
"Of course it's okay. Who would dare to have any objections?"
"Not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"
"Why bother about what others think? You only need to consider my opinion, right?" He smiled,
teasingly. He put her back on the bed, uncovered her face from the blanket, tidied her hair, and then
whispered, "After we return to Hance, you promised to make me your real husband. It's perfectly
appropriate for you to accompany me to this opening ceremony because, in the future, as Mrs.
Simpson, you'll have to accompany me to such events, right?"
Ayan's words were traps, leading Camille step by step, but she didn't realize the flaws in his words.
She simply fell into them and remained silent for a brief moment before accepting.
An hour later, the two of them left the hotel.
Camille didn't make any deliberate effort to dress up. She simply applied light makeup and wore a light-
colored dress she had brought from Hance. Her appearance already leaned towards the cool and
elegant type, and with today's outfit and makeup, she looked even more beautiful and graceful.
Hand in hand, they walked out of the hotel lobby, naturally drawing the attention of many onlookers.
Kian drove them to the opening ceremony venue. After a journey of nearly half an hour, they arrived.
The venue was already surrounded by numerous bodyguards, and there was also police support.
Under the escort of the bodyguards, Ayan and Camille entered the venue. Sophia and the cooperation
partners for this project had already arrived.
Upon seeing Ayan, everyone immediately greeted him with smiles, saying, "Mr. Simpson!"
Ayan nodded with a gentle expression and then introduced everyone intentionally, "This is my wife,
Camille."
Everyone naturally understood Ayan's intention. After all, being able to bring his wife to such an
occasion indicated that he highly valued her. It also informed everyone that his work allowed his wife's
involvement.
Camille's position in his heart instantly became clear. Many people who wanted to curry favor with Ayan
were already planning to have their wives establish a good relationship with Camille. After all, for one,
the words of people who are close to him are influential, especially considering Ayan's attitude towards
Camille. As long as they pleased Camille, Ayan would certainly treat them well.
However, whether this plan would work or not remained an unknown variable.
Ten minutes later, the opening ceremony officially began.
After the host's introduction, it was time for the representatives of the project: Ayan, the President of
Simpson Group, and Sophia, the General Manager of Rapace Group, along with other partners, to
come on stage for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
After cutting the ribbon, Ayan passed the speech that originally belonged to him to Sophia. Since he
wouldn't be staying in Dane City all the time, this project often required Sophia's presence to handle
matters. It was necessary to establish her authority from the beginning so that the project could stand
firm, and no one would dare challenge her decisions and style of work.
Sophia understood Ayan's plan very well, but she still looked at him and said, "Ayan, you know how to
avoid trouble. I'll go up and give the speech. You owe me a favor. Next time I need help, you have to
step up."
Ayan had no intention of responding. He just glanced at her indifferently, as if his gaze was saying that
she had quite an optimistic thought..
Pretending not to notice, Sophia continued, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement."
Without waiting for Ayan's response, she turned around and immediately went up on stage.
The opening ceremony lasted for nearly two hours. After it ended, everyone moved to the lunch
gathering, which took place at the Dane City Hotel across the street from where Camille and Ayan were
staying. Besides the meal, there was also a daytime reception.
This project received a lot of attention in Dane, and the media was also promoting it extensively. The
project had the potential to become a landmark building in Dane in the future, so its popularity couldn't
be underestimated. The people attending the reception were influential figures in Dane's high society.novelbin
Introduced by Sophia, Ayan met many respected individuals in Dane. During this time, Camille
naturally didn't accompany him. Instead, she chose to rest in the lounge area for a while.
Dan approached her with a glass of juice in hand. He handed it to Camille and sat in the vacant seat
opposite her, asking, "Why are you staying here alone? Don't you want to accompany Mr. Simpson to
socialize with others?"
Camille shook her head, saying, "I'm not interested in these things. Talking to people is exhausting.
Perhaps that's one of the main reasons why I'm not suited for managing a company."
Before, it had always been Preston who handled the external connections of their business. Only when
she had to step up herself did she realize how challenging it truly was.
So she wasn't too keen on being in the spotlight, as she lacked experience in that area. She admired
Sophia for her ease and excellence in such situations.
Camille and Dan both glanced at Sophia and Ayan among the crowd. Dan smiled, faintly, in response
to her words and said, "But with your abilities, you don't need to socialize."
Camille furrowed her brows slightly and looked at Dan, asking, "I won't buy it. Which one of them isn't
more capable than me?"
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
"They are capitalists, and you are an artist. They are completely in a different league. So how can you
guys be compared?" Dan smiled lightly.