My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 630 Playing Dumb

Chapter 630 Playing Dumb

"What do you mean?" Cora said incredulously.

Camille indifferently said, "If you want to eat, then sincerely apologize,let someone record a video of you admitting being a sinner. Do not getto me every time. I am very busy with no extra time to pay attention tosuch trivial matters. As for whether you want to eat or not, it's yourbusiness."

After saying that, Camille hung up straight away.

Cora almost collapsed. She thought she just needed to apologize andthen she could eat. Instead of starving, she of course chose toapologize. It was just a word. She did not have to fight with herself toget over it.

She was expecting Austin to replace her and Ayan to let her go, but sherealized that Camille alone had dominated her for so many days andmade her feel desperate.

But she told herself over and over that she couldn't just break down,and she had to get out of here.

So after getting off the phone with Camille, she had to take it uponherself to say to the bodyguards and maids staring at her, "Record avideo for me and send it to your Mrs. Simpson."

She had no ripples under her eyes, like a person who had lost hervitality, without any life left.

She said to the camera word by word very clearly: "I am a sinner. I amsorry to the Simpson family. I should not have gone to the Simpsonfamily to take Timmy. I should not have hurt the old Simpson becauseof my own selfishness. It was I who pushed old Simpson to the ground.Everything is my fault. I am sorry to the Simpson family. I am to blamefor everything, I'm sorry!"

She repeated it over and over until the bodyguard who was videotapingsaid, "It's enough.”

Because she just repeated those sentences, more recording did notseem to be of much use.

The bodyguard immediately sent the video to Camille. Watching thevideo, Camille only slightly frowned, and then emotionlessly replied:"Don't worry about her. One meal every two days is OK, and you don'tneed to give her too much water. A bottle of 500 ml mineral water isenough!"

Cora wanted to get by in this way. Camille couldn't let her get away withit.

But also will not let her just starve to death, she has not sufferedanything yet, and I do not know how Ayan side actually plans to dealwith her, so for the time being, this is first.

Camille put her phone away and ignored Cora for the time. She leanedback in her desk chair and looked out the window, still thinking aboutwhat happened today and the phone call last night.

Her mind was a little heavy, and before she could figure out what to do,the evening meal arrived as promised.

The appointed time for the meal was 7:00 pm.

Ayan came over to pick her up after work.

The two first went back to the Simpson's mansion to see Timmy,because the evening after dinner time should not be early, so Camilleplans to live directly over the Maple Leaves Mansion in the evening, sowant to come back to accompany Timmy.

The mother and son had been close. Timmy nestled in her arms anddidn't cry.

Ayan reached out and cupped his cheeks. The little guy immediatelyheld his mouth and grunted in aggression. Camille immediatelyremoved Ayan's hand: "Don't do that to him."

Timmy then gently stroked the spot that had just been touched by Ayan,and only then did he happily hug Camille as if he were pleasing her.Seeing it, Ayan snorted with some helplessness: “The son is still not assweet as the daughter.”

The words were highly suggestive, but Camille acted as if she hadn'theard them.

Talia said, "I feel the same way, and Cami's sweet, unlike you. It's hardto meet you for once."

Ayan frowned and said, "Now this is compaining about me?"

"Why ask if you know?"

"Hey!" Ayan shook his head helplessly, stared straight at Camille andsaid meaningfully, "So can I change my son to a daughter too?"Camille was still silent, staring down at Timmy in her arms, playingdumb.

Talia laughed silently, the deep meaning under her eyes was obvious,and she said meaningfully: “Then let's see if you have the ability.”Ayan wasn't talking, just staring at Camille without taking his eyes off.The two accompanied Timmy for a while and then leave.

When they arrived at the hotel, Mr. and Mrs. Bell had also arrived. AndGrace and Horace also came together.

Several people came to the room one after the other, but only Mr.Baxter, the guest of the evening, had not yet arrived.

Once everyone was seated at the table, the waiter came up with tea,and Horace said lightly, “The host hasn't arrived yet, but those of uswho are guests are here first.”

Horace's words were naturally full of displeasure, followed by Dan'ssneer.

Mr. Bell also looked at the time on his watch several times, and Mrs.Bell said, "Didn't we agree to meet at seven o'clock on time? Why is helate?"

Mr. Bell's face was slightly stiff, because he was about to introduceeveryone as a middleman, and he was the only one who had met thisMr. Baxter from Norman Group, so Mr. Baxter's late arrival alsoembarrassed him.

But Mr. Bell had always been gentle and elegant, so even if he wasvery upset but always kept a light smile on his face.

He said, "I'll call him!"

After saying that, he got up and prepared to leave the booth to makethe call, but only just got up from the chair, the door of the boothopened from the outside.

Two men walked in from outside, one after the other. The leading manwas tall, and his white suits flattered him.

The secretary following him explained in a low voice: "Sorry everyone,our Mr. Baxter is late because of the traffic jam. I hope you canunderstand.”

The crowd did not respond and their eyes were on the man with themask.

Ayan and Camille looked slightly frozen, the former's eyes staring athim unenthusiastically, the latter's eyes shining with stunned shock.The man just lightly swept all the people at the table, his eyesoverflowing with apologies: “Sorry, I'm late. Because it's the first timewe meet, I prepared a little gift for everyone. I hope you can forgiveme."

Mr. Bell greeted him and seated him. "Sit down first!"

"There's no rush, I'll deliver the gifts to everyone first."

After saying that, he first went to Mr. and Mrs. Bell and presented gifts,which were Mr. Bell's favorite tea and Mrs. Bell's suitable high-fashionscarf.

Followed by Ayan again.

He walked up to Ayan with a gift and offered it with both hands: “I knowMr. Simpson doesn't lack anything, so I purposely gave Mr. Simpson apen, and I hope I can work smoothly with Mr. Simpson for futurecooperation.”

Ayan did not reach out. It was Kian who immediately came to take it,and then Ayan smiled: "Sure."

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, and their dark eyes looked at eachother for a moment before Mr. Baxter took the lead and moved on togive the gift to the others.

He gave Camille a set of drawing tools suitable for Camille, which wasof a famous brand. Most people who were present and didn't knowexactly, but just laughed: "It seems that Mr. Baxter has tried to do hishomework and knows what Camille is suitable for."

Mr. Baxter did not say anything, just smiled, then walked to the seatand sat down.

Ayan followed, and he called out faintly, "Mr. Baxter?"

Mr. Baxter also responded immediately, “I'm here, Mr. Simpson, if youhave any orders, please say it."

Ayan didn't have any polite greetings, but just asked expressionlessly,"Since you've entered the room and are also the person in charge ofNorman Group who arranged to come over to join this project, whatdoes it mean for you to wear a mask?"

From the time he came in until now, he had been wearing a mask.

At this moment when he heard such words, he just smiled and said,"Sorry Mr. Simpson, I know it's not very polite, but I have a scar on myface, and I'm afraid of scaring you all, that's why I didn't show my facedirectly.”

"So will it always be like this for our future collaboration?" Ayancontinued to pursue the question.