My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1119: Concern

Chapter 1119: Concern

Each of them looked a bit peculiar, especially in their frequent attemptsto be attentive to her. Although their attentiveness wasn't accompaniedby ulterior motives, Camille still felt a slight discomfort.

Deciding to address it directly, Camille asked.

They exchanged glances and then shook their heads one after another,saying, "No."

Camille smiled faintly and said, "Are you all curious about why I'mhere?"

The secretaries’ assistants dared not speak up but could onlyaccompany her with smiles.

Choosing an empty seat, Camille sat down. She spoke gently, "You canask me directly; it's okay!"

Perhaps because Camille was easy to talk to, and she usually had agentle demeanor, creating an impression of kindness, one of the femaleassistants couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Simpson, are you really comingto work at Simpson Group?"

This assistant had interacted with Camille quite a bit. Ayan hadinstructed her to work with Camille at the museum for a few daysbefore. Having seen Camille's working style, she knew Camille wasn'tan arrogant or overbearing person.

In response to the assistants question, Camille smiled slightly andraised her eyebrows, asking in return, "Do you think so?"

The assistant said, "I estimate it's probably not, right?""Congratulations, you're correct.” Camille looked at everyone and saidlightly, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I'm just here for a day to fill in. So,continue with your usual tasks, don't mind me, and don't feeluncomfortable, okay?"

Camille was very candid, and this made everyone stop overthinking.Actually, it wasn't that they were afraid of Camille really joining them inwork; they were just worried about not knowing how to get along withher.

Just that.

After Camille's frank explanation, everyone started working seriously.Camille returned to her desk. Probably replaceing the process oforganizing files a bit boring, she proactively approached a maleassistant and asked, "Is there any work you want me to handle?"

The male assistant said, "Mrs. Simpson..."

"Call me Secretary Armstrong!" Camille corrected, preventing themention of "Mrs. Simpson" to maintain the atmosphere.

The male assistant quickly corrected himself, "Secretary Armstrong, Mr.Simpson doesn't have many work arrangements this morning. So, youcan make a lunch reservation for Mr. Simpson a bit earlier, and aroundone o'clock, Mr. Simpson will have a meeting."

Camille nodded gently, "Alright."

Although it was just making a lunch reservation, it was still work, and itneeded to be treated seriously.

As Camille returned to her seat, preparing to check her phone for lunchoptions, the male assistant received a phone call. Camille didn't knowwhat the other party said, but the male assistant frowned, explaining ina low voice. However, the other party seemed difficult to deal with, andthe male assistant seemed troubled as he said, "Mr. Simpson is busy. Ifyou don't have an appointment, it's impossible to arrange a meetingwith him."

The other party probably used threatening language, causing the maleassistant considerable difficulty. However, following Ayan's usual workhabits and the way Kian handled such situations, meeting Ayan withoutan appointment was indeed impossible.

So, the male assistant was in a bit of a dilemma. Judging by thearrogant and haughty tone of the other party, it seemed like they hadencountered Mr. Simpson and had some interaction with him.Therefore, the male assistant was somewhat worried about whetheroffending this person would cause trouble for Mr. Simpson.

The assistant remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. After afew seconds, he spoke, asking the other party to wait for a moment. Hequickly walked over to Camille, inquiring in a low voice, "Mrs. Simpson,there's a young lady who claims to be a friend of Mr. Simpson andwants to see him. However, she doesn't have an appointment, andaccording to the rules, she can't meet him. But this young lady insiststhat Mr. Simpson made an appointment with her, so..."

"A young lady?"

"Yes."

Camille pursed her lips, a faint coldness appearing on her face. Hergaze paused for a moment, and then she calmly said, "Did she mentionwhy she wants to see Mr. Simpson?"

The assistant shook his head, “No, she didn't. So, I'm not sure whetherI should invite her up or not."

Camille nodded and then said, "Please bring her up. Let me see if Iknow her."

After Camille's decision, the male assistant nodded and quicklyreturned to his desk to continue responding to the woman's call.Following Camille's instructions, the assistant invited the womanupstairs. Instead of taking her directly to the office to meet Ayan, theybrought her to Camille first.

Because there was an outsider, the assistant addressed Camille as"Secretary," saying, "Secretary Armstrong, this is Mr. Simpson's friend.Do you think Mr. Simpson has time now?"

The assistant left the decision to Camille.

Camille looked at the woman with a calm gaze. She had an averageappearance but an outstanding figure. When did Ayan make friendswith her?

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a faint smile on her face. She thensaid in a low voice, "Hello, miss. May I ask if you are looking for Mr.Simpson?"

The woman glanced at Camille, perhaps feeling a bit uneasy. Sheappeared slightly stiff, but there was no hesitation in her response,“Yes, I am a friend of Mr. Simpson. We met in Dane City, and weagreed to meet. Now, please arrange for me to see Mr. Simpson."Upon hearing the words "Dane City" and “agreed,” Camille'sexpression softened a bit.

The male assistant, on the side, seemed to react as if he had heardsome incredible secret. He looked at Camille subconsciously, feeling abit regretful for inviting this woman up. If this were true, wouldn't Mr.Simpson annihilate him?

The male assistant was in a state of panic, but Camille showed nosigns of emotion or anxiety. Instead, she calmly looked at the womanand said, "I still don't know your name. Would you mind telling me? Mr.Simpson is currently busy. Why don't you sit down and rest for awhile?"

Seeing the beautiful secretary treat her with such respect and courtesy,the woman felt a surge of vanity. She spoke gently, "My name isLindsey."

"Miss Lindsey, hello." Camille responded calmly.

Miss Lindsey smiled and sat down in the chair opposite Camille to restfor a while. After about ten minutes, the intercom on the desk rang.Camille picked it up, saying, "Hello?"

A gentle voice came from the other end, "What are you doing?"Camille replied with a blank expression, "Is there something?"

He asked tentatively, "Is it inconvenient with someone around?" Camilleremained silent, and he continued, "I've finished my work. Can youcome in and chat with me for a while?"

"Great!" Camille happily agreed, then casually placed the receiverdown. She looked at Miss Lindsey in front of her and said lightly, "MissLindsey, Mr. Simpson has finished his work. You can go in now."

Upon hearing this, Miss Lindsey became ecstatic. She stood up fromthe chair, thanking Camille, "Okay, thank you, Secretary Armstrong. I'llgo in now."

Miss Lindsey was overjoyed. After all, it was Ayan's secretary whoallowed her to enter. Didn't that mean Ayan himself allowed her tocome in?

With a cheerful expression, Miss Lindsey walked towards Ayan's office.She had a delighted smile on her face as she knocked on the door andthen pushed it open without waiting for a response.

In the office, Ayan sat at his desk, reviewing documents. When heheard the door opening and footsteps, he didn't lift his head, assumingit was Camille, especially after their recent phone call.

He spoke in a gentle tone, "Feeling unhappy? Did I give you too muchwork?"

Miss Lindsey froze for a moment, not quite understanding the meaningbehind Ayan's words. She stopped in her tracks, standing still in theroom.

At the same time, she felt happy because, in her interpretation, Ayanwas showing concern for her, right?

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and her face displayed a shyexpression.

Perhaps not hearing any response, Ayan continued, "Why are youignoring me?"

Miss Lindsey listened to Ayan's gentle tone. She couldn't resist it. Shebit her lip again, and her voice, soft and tender, replied, “Mr. Simpson,I'm not ignoring you. I've come to see you, haven't 1?"

As soon as Miss Lindsey uttered the first word, Ayan raised his head.His face showed no expression as he stared at the woman. His eyeswere filled with anger as he questioned, "Who are you?"