My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1013: Helpless

Chapter 1013: Helpless

When Camille decided to leave the tricky situation to Ayan, Ayan was ina meeting with Mr. Bell.

Both of them were seated in a conference room, and Mr. Bell wastelling Ayan, "I replace your hints very reasonable, and I'm grateful for yoursuggestions. Otherwise, I would still be under his thumb."

Ayan merely smiled faintly and replied, "It was a small effort, nothing toworry about."

Mr. Bell continued, "Even though it was a small effort, it helped meimmensely. I'm grateful that you were willing to offer your suggestions.Otherwise, I can't imagine what my future would look like."

Ayan's attitude remained unchanged, showing no additional emotions.Mr. Bell then discussed his plans for the future. He intended to comeclean about the situation through his official international accounts andmedia outlets he had been cooperating with. He explained his reasonsfor choosing this timing, emphasizing that it wouldn't affect hisrelationship with Mrs. Bell or the various charitable projects they wereinvolved in.

Mr. Bell was completely transparent, as he couldn't afford anyconcealment at this crucial moment. He needed someone to analyzethe situation and provide the most honest advice.

He looked directly at Ayan and asked, "Ayan, what do you think of myplans? Are they feasible? How credible is this approach? Will itminimize the damage and harm to me and her?"

Mr. Bell awaited Ayan's response with his gaze unwavering.

Ayan, with his mild gaze meeting Mr. Bell's eyes, softly said, "Honestyis more effective than any public relations strategy. Your reputationoutside is excellent, and I believe people will be understanding. Afterall, your personal life and work are separate matters. As long as youensure that your divorce won't affect your previous or upcomingprojects, there shouldn't be significant opposition. Even if there is, it'slikely just resistance to change."

Mr. Bell nodded, and his worries lessened a bit.

He looked at Ayan again and said, “The news will be announcedtomorrow morning. If the reaction isn't favorable, I might need to rely onthe Simpson Group's PR team."

Ayan agreed, "Kian will instruct the PR department to assist you andcoordinate if necessary. They will discuss any appearances or publicrelations strategies with you in advance.”

“Thank you," Mr. Bell replied.

Ayan glanced at his watch and noticed that half an hour had passed.He had another meeting to attend, so he asked, "After the divorce newscomes out tomorrow, how do you think I should handle the situationwith Mr. Mikkola?"

Mr. Bell's expression tightened, and he let out a silent sigh. He said,"This is actually the second matter I wanted to discuss with you today. Idon't know how to handle the issue concerning him. If I were toconfront him directly, would it cause problems for our future work?"Ayan chuckled, "Are you still thinking of maintaining a peacefulcoexistence? I understand that you don't want to offend anyone, butsometimes certain situations force you to make choices. If you chooseto disclose your marital status, it will leave Mr. Mikkola with no leverageover you. After making such a decision, do you really think you cancontinue to cooperate with him?"

Mr. Bell nodded in agreement, saying, "I understand your point.However, I've had previous collaborations with him, and he used to bedifferent. So, I still can't figure out why he suddenly changed.”

Ayan found it somewhat astonishing that someone with extensiveexperience and a high position in the charity world, like Mr. Bell, couldsay such words.

So, Ayan remained silent for quite some time before speaking up. Hesaid, "Sometimes, delving too deeply into things can lead to confusion.It's better not to overthink and just make decisions based on the currentsituation.”

Mr. Bell nodded, showing a hint of reluctance. Ayan's words were atough pill for him to swallow.

Ayan continued, "You're too kind, but others may not be. If you still can'tmake a decision now, or if you're still under his control, would you stillthink of him as a good person?"

Mr. Bell fell silent, his expression stiffening. Ayan's words made himimagine a situation he might face if he didn't make a choice.

Ayan talked with Mr. Bell for nearly an hour, covering everything thatneeded to be discussed. Ultimately, the decision rested with Mr. Bell.After seeing Mr. Bell off, Ayan returned to his work.

Although the recent online rumors had been resolved without causingsignificant damage to the Simpson Group, it had given Ayan someideas. He had assembled a team of expert hackers to work for him,ensuring that he could promptly gain control in case any unfavorablesituations arose. While there hadn't been major disturbances before,handling such matters required the use of Simpson Group'sconnections. With his own team of hackers, Ayan could take actionwithout relying on external relationships, ensuring a swift and discreetresponse.

Ayan spent the afternoon organizing these matters. He had foundseveral top-notch hackers through various channels. To maintainsecurity and confidentiality, he chose to meet them at a hotel under theSimpson Group's name.

By the time he finished his tasks, the day was growing dark. He droveback to Franklin Bay, where Camille was dozing off in the living room.Seeing him return, she squinted her eyes and asked, "Why are you solate? I'm starving."

Ayan walked over, embraced her, and gazed at her with a gentle smile.He said, "Why didn't you eat first? Do you love me so much that youhave to wait for me to eat together?"

He smiled gently, his deep eyes never leaving her.

Camille responded indifferently, “Well, you're right. I love you so muchthat I have to wait for you to eat together. Starting tomorrow, I won'twait anymore. We'll eat separately. I don't want to put too muchpressure on you, you know?"

She spoke considerately, and her eyes blinked at Ayan as if teasingly,making him itch with frustration.

Ayan continued to gaze at her, his eyes slightly soft, and his voicegently subdued as he asked, "Are you deliberately trying to infuriateme?"

"Who knows? I'm just doing it for your own good, so you won't feel thatI love you too much and be pressured.”

Ayan let out a soft snort and pulled her closer, then kissed her lips.Camille reacted strongly, her body tensing as if still feeling the painfrom earlier in the day.

Camille pushed him away and said flatly, "Did you eat or not? I'mstarving."

Holding her hand, Ayan stood up and led her towards the dining room.He replied, “I had to deal with something in the afternoon and forgot totell you to eat first. In the future, you don't have to wait for me. If you'rehungry, just eat. We can have our meals together when I return, okay?"Camille replied, "No, that way, I'll become overweight. Don't you wantme to?"

Ayan looked pleased and said, "A little extra weight is good."

He smiled, and Camille instantly understood what he meant. Shesnorted and asked, "So, you like it when I'm a bit plump?"

Ayan's brow furrowed slightly, and his deep gaze turned towardsCamille. He replied softly, “I prefer you a bit plumper. Being too thin isn'tgood for your health.”

"Hmph," Camille turned her gaze away from him, no longer engaging inthis conversation for now.