My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 954: Wondering
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Chapter 954: Wondering

Chapter 954: Wondering

Ayan reclined in the back seat, leaning comfortably against the sofa. The coldness in his demeanor

was striking, and his eyes seemed to convey a clear message to the three people in the room: he

would not shoulder the consequences of their reckless decisions.

The atmosphere in the room grew silent, and everyone's faces turned somber, especially Mr. Mikkola,

who let out a dissatisfied snort and said, "Does Mr. Simpson have objections to my suggestions? Why

do you always shoot down my ideas every time?"

"If that's how Mr. Mikkola feels, then so be it. So, are you agreeing or disagreeing?" Ayan chuckled

lightly, completely without any tact or pretense. Since the other party felt that way, he might as well

admit it.

After all, that was his real thought, and there was nothing to hide.

Ayan squinted his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the faces and expressions of the three people. Seeing

no response, he asked, neither quickly nor slowly, "Is there anything wrong with my proposal, or do you

think I'm being too heartless?"

He smiled faintly, showing no signs of remorse for his words. In fact, he concluded, "Since none of you

have objections, I'll take it as your approval. So, with regards to the next steps, do as you please. I

won't interfere, and everything will follow your plan without the need to consider my opinion."

After saying these words, Ayan stood up from the sofa and looked down at the three people in the

room. His gaze was as cold as ever, and he didn't say another word. He simply turned and walked out

of the private room.

As soon as Ayan left, the atmosphere in the room quieted down. Mr. Mikkola's emotions surged, and he

placed his hands on his hips, slamming the coffee table heavily. He said, "What does he mean by this?

Didn't he call us here to discuss? Why does it seem like he's implying that we forced him into this?"

Mr. Bell's expression also turned slightly stiff, and he spoke in a calm tone, "Since he has already made

his decision, let's deal with this matter as soon as possible. Weren't you planning to meet with the other

party in person? This way, we can show our sincerity and get a better understanding of the other side."

Only then did Mr. Mikkola somewhat restrain his emotions; otherwise, he might have continued venting

his frustration.novelbin

He replied, "Mr. Bell, you know me well. I'm doing this for the sake of our cooperation. Right now, this is

the most reliable method, but I need your support to have the motivation to handle this. What do you

think?"

Mr. Bell asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"We still need to persuade Mr. Simpson. Although he doesn't agree with our decision, we are all part of

the same project and the same team. It wouldn't be right for outsiders to see that our project is not on

the same page, especially since our project theme is charity. So, no matter what, we should maintain a

harmonious relationship. Do you agree?" Mr. Mikkola's gaze was fixed on Mr. Bell, and there was a hint

of testing in his eyes. However, Mr. Bell didn't say anything and simply nodded gently.

Because the club belonged to Ayan, and Ayan had already left, there was no need for the three of them

to stay any longer.

So, after exchanging a few words, they left.

Ayan had already left the club and was heading towards Franklin Bay.

Kian was driving, and he sat in the back seat, staring out the window with a cold expression. He

glanced at Ayan through the rearview mirror several times before finally asking in a low voice, "Mr.

Simpson, if you agree to step back, should we still go to Fola? It doesn't seem necessary, does it?"

Ayan's gaze drifted lazily to meet Kian's eyes through the mirror. He didn't respond immediately, and

his expression was chilly. He said, "Of course, we should go. You'll accompany me. But we should

keep our travel plans secret. Preston and Cora are both in Hance, and leaving at this moment would be

the best chance for them to meet. We need to do everything in our power to prevent them from

meeting. Have someone keep an eye on Preston, and if there's any movement, act before him. The

goal is simple: prevent them from meeting."

Kian nodded, a touch of worry in his eyes. "Mr. Simpson, if they do meet, and considering Preston's

intentions to harm you, he will surely talk to Mrs. Simpson immediately."

Ayan shared the same concern; otherwise, he wouldn't be putting in so much effort.

His face remained composed, and his expression was cold. He didn't speak until they arrived in

Franklin Bay.

The car came to a smooth stop, and Ayan didn't rush to get out. He remained seated in the back seat,

his face showing no immediate reaction. It was only when Kian opened the rear door that he spoke,

"What time is the flight tomorrow morning?"

Kian replied, "Around 6 AM. I'll come early to pick you up."

"Good." Ayan adjusted his clothes, then let Kian drive away. He headed towards the entrance.

Back in the room, Camille had just returned from Timmy's bedroom, where she had put him to sleep.

She noticed that Ayan's expression wasn't quite right, so she asked, "What happened?"

Ayan extended his hand towards her, and she hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his.

He gently pulled her to sit beside him.

Camille asked, "Weren't you supposed to discuss Modest Temple Hotel's matters? How did the

conversation go?"

Ayan let out a silent sigh, his expression still cold. He replied, "We had a disagreement."

She looked at him. "Mr. and Mrs. Bell disagreed with your opinion too?"

"Yes."

"What do we do now?"

"There's nothing else we can do. Let them handle it as they wish." Ayan spoke nonchalantly, as if it

didn't matter at all. However, Camille knew that he didn't truly feel that way.

Camille pursed her lips and showed her concern. "So, are you really going to wash your hands of this

matter? Can you really do that? Weren't you planning to go to Fola with Kian personally?"

Ayan smiled and lightly squeezed Camille's hand. He spoke calmly, "I'll go there tomorrow. If anyone

asks about me, just say I'm busy with work. There's no need to reveal whether I'm in Hance City or

anywhere else."

"Alright." Camille nodded, understanding that he wanted to keep his travel plans confidential.

Camille let out a quiet sigh and asked, "I'm actually quite puzzled. I don't understand why Mr. and Mrs.

Bell have changed their minds. Weren't they initially happy with our cooperation? Why has it turned into

this when we're nearing the end? It's quite unfortunate, considering how well we got along with them.

Mrs. Bell is a nice person. So, it's a pity."

Camille's sigh drew Ayan's gaze towards her. He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his voice

gentle as he said, "This is business cooperation. One moment you're friends, the next moment you

might be competitors. But the reverse is also true. It changes in the blink of an eye. It's the harsh reality

of business. Rapid changes are normal."

Camille twisted her eyebrows slightly and nodded. She didn't think it was a good idea to get too close

to business partners, so maintaining a certain distance was more appropriate.

Camille leaned into Ayan's embrace and asked softly, "How many days will you be gone this time?"

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