My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1047: Urgency

Chapter 1047: Urgency

Camille bit her lip and said, "I didn't think much of it at first. I felt thatsince he asked, I couldn't refuse. But now, talking to you, I'm starting toquestion if I did the right thing."

Camille's words hung in the air, but there was no response from Ayanon the other end of the line.

In truth, his anger was justified. After all, he and Preston didn't getalong, and Camille doing something was the best option. However, itwas also frustrating for him to feel this way.

Camille clenched her lips, her expression filled with unease. She spokein a low voice, "I'm sorry for not considering your feelings. When heasked, I thought about repaying him for his past help and kindness. I'vealways felt like I owed him because he's helped me a lot."

“I understand. I'm not blaming you, and I'm not angry,” Ayan repliedcalmly. His face was stern, and there was no hint of his emotions in histone. He continued, "Since you've agreed, then lend it to him, but don'tgo meet him in person.”

Camille quietly agreed, saying, "Yes, okay."

"How much is he borrowing from you? I'll have Kian prepare it, so justgive me his address, alright?"

"I don't have his address, only his number. Is that okay?"

“It's fine," Ayan replied. He reassured Camille that she didn't need toworry about this matter anymore, and that he would take care of it.Camille had no desire to meet with Preston in person, and with Ayanhandling it, she felt relieved.

However, she added, “Leave it to someone else to handle. We don'twant any conflicts. Since he's borrowing money from me, let him haveit. It will put my mind at ease. I don't want to provoke him, not becauseI'm afraid of him, but because I don't want any unexpected incidents.Too many things have happened recently, and it's been quitefrustrating.”

Camille simply wanted a peaceful and uneventful life. Even if it lackedthe fiery passion and excitement, as long as everything went smoothly,it was enough.

With so much happening recently, she realized the importance ofinterpersonal relationships. Some people, even if you'd known them foryears, might not truly understand you, while others you'd just met amoment ago could become great friends if your values aligned.Camille had a strong say in the concepts of family and friends, and shecouldn't help but think that she was incredibly fortunate. She wassurrounded by such wonderful family and friends; she should play thelottery, perhaps she'd win a jackpot!

Camille thought lightly to herself, and a self-deprecating smile crossedher lips.

Ayan took her advice to heart and reassured her, “I understand whatyou mean. Don't worry."

Camille felt relieved after speaking to Ayan, fearing that he might reactlike a scolding adult if he found out she had done something wrong.But in a place where Camille couldn't see, after ending the call, Ayan'sgentle demeanor vanished in an instant. It was replaced by a cold andindifferent aura, and his emotions turned frosty. He squinted his eyes,and the atmosphere inside his office, though bathed in bright sunlight,felt as cold as the heart of winter.

This coldness was piercing, making it unbearable to linger.

Ayan remained silent for quite a while, then finally raised his hand todial an internal line. Kian's voice came through moments later, "Mr.Simpson."

"Come in."

"Alright, on my way."

The call ended, and it took Kian less than a minute to enter the office.From the moment Kian received Ayan's call, he sensed that Ayan'smood wasn't good. Upon entering the office and seeing the gloomyexpression on Ayan's face, he wondered what had happened. Did hereplace the meal on the coffee table distasteful? At first, Kian tried to replacefault with himself, but after considering various possibilities, he couldn'timagine what would provoke such anger. The only plausibleexplanation was that it had something to do with Camille.

Did Camille do something to upset him?

Kian half-looked at Ayan and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, isthere something you'd like to discuss?"

Ayan sat on the couch, his entire body leaning against the armrest. Hisexpression was icy, and his eyes showed no warmth. He squintedslightly and spoke in a cold tone, "Go personally to the financedepartment, withdraw ten thousand in cash, and send it to thisnumber.”

The number was the one Camille had mentioned, and Ayan had writtenit down on a piece of paper. He handed it to Kian and continued in adetached tone, "Once you get through, inform the recipient that you'rerunning the errand.”

"Mr. Simpson, are you sure this is the right number?" Kian looked at thenumber in disbelief.

Ayan stared at Kian without any emotion, retorting, "Do I look like I'mjoking?"

Kian paused and immediately lowered his head, avoiding eye contactwith Ayan. He softly responded, "Mr. Simpson, I know Preston. If hesees that the money is being delivered by me, would he refuse it?""Whether he accepts it or not is his business. Your job is to deliver themoney. If you're concerned that he might recognize you, have a realerrand runner take it. However, you must accompany them andpersonally explain to him that this money is relief from our family. Hedoesn't have to repay it. Since he dared to ask Camille, it means he'scornered with no other options. How can he refuse it?" Ayan squintedhis eyes, his tone as cold as ever.

Kian was surprised by the assertiveness in Ayan's words. If he werePreston, he probably wouldn't accept the money either. After all, thischallenge involved a matter of a man's dignity. Preston was naturallysuspicious, and it was hard to see how he would stomach it.

Kian pondered the implications and couldn't help but anticipate theoutcome. He nodded and agreed, "Alright, Mr. Simpson, I'll make thearrangements now."

Ayan sat on the couch for a while without moving. His left hand lightlyrested on the edge of the couch, and his well-defined fingers tappedgently. The brooding atmosphere on his face never seemed todissipate.

On the other side,

After leaving the Simpson Group, Kian immediately found a runner tomake the call to Preston. Preston had been cautious, making therunner go to several places before finally settling on a quieter bubbletea shop.

When the runner arrived at the tea shop, they sent a message to Kian,who was sitting in a black car not far away. After reading the message,Kian got out of the car.

Preston had been relatively idle as Kian had been running around.Kian carried a bag of money, but the runner had nothing on their end.Although it was just one hundred thousand dollars, it was what Prestonhad asked for, and Kian needed to deliver it with a message.

Kian pushed open the door of the bubble tea shop and walked in.Preston, who was already sitting not far away, instantly understood thatthe earlier runner had merely been bait.

Preston's face remained composed, but his eyes held a cold andbrooding gleam. If given the chance, he would have loved to confrontAyan with a fight at this moment.

His clenched fists rested on his knees, his expression sour, but hedidn't look away. He continued to fix his gaze on Kian until Kianapproached him.

Kian stood while Preston sat.

Kian placed the bag he was carrying on the table and spoke in a gentletone, "Mr. Walker, this is from Mr. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson. Theyboth want you to have it. They say you're a friend of Mrs. Simpson, andhelping you out in times of need is only natural.”