My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 780: Terrible

Camille pursed her lips and looked at him with a emotionless gaze."Did you see it?"

“It's hard not to see it, so what were you doing in the car?" hecontinued to ask.

Camille pursed her lips and said, "Just sitting there bored.”

Ayan snorted and laughed. "You're not even trying to lie, so are youplanning on keeping something from me again?"

His tone was accusing her of what happened at noon, but it madeCamille think of something else subconsciously.

Camille looked up at him and said in a neither light nor heavy voice,"What about you? Are you hiding anything from me?"

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't quite understand themeaning behind her words.

He asked, "So what did you do at the Armstrong family just now? Or didthey say something that caused this misunderstanding between us?""Just a misunderstanding?" Camille smiled lightly but there was nolaughter in her eyes. She said, “It has nothing to do with the Armstrongfamily. I wanted to ask this question myself. So do you want to answerme or not?"

Camille pushed him gently with her hand before walking straighttowards the door. She lifted up her hand to verify fingerprints andopened the door before entering together with Ayan.

She had just changed into shoes when Ayan pressed her against thewall directly. Seeing that she was obviously unhappy with heavythoughts on her face, Ayan's expression also became gloomy as heasked: "So are you unhappy because of me right now?"

"Sort of!" After all, part of it had been caused by him, so she didn't planon hiding anything from Ayan either.

After hearing this response from Camille, Ayan tightly furrowed hiseyebrows while speaking hoarsely: "What's wrong?"

“If I ask," Camille lightly smiled without any warmth in her voice as shedirectly asked: "Is Cora still under your control?"

Ayan's face slightly stiffened while his gaze remained gentle as heasked: "Did you meet Austin?"

He knew immediately that she must have met Austin, then whateverAustin had told her must be true right?

Camilla pursed her lips softly and blinked. Without any temperature intone, she said: "So is Cora really under your control? Didn't we agreeearlier that you would handle things properly for Cora? Why keepholding onto here like this?"

"She isn't under my control anymore. Didn't I tell you earlier that I senthere off to a mental hospital where she has been staying all along.”Ayan explained in a low voice, and Camille said nothing.

Ayan asked, "Don't you believe me?"

Camille said, "I don't know."

She shook her head, a little confused.

Her response made his face turn grave, too. He frowned and his voicewas deep and raspy. "I can show you if you don't believe me, but rightnow Austin is watching me pretty closely, so we'll go when we get backfrom Dane City, okay?"

Ayan's attitude and words were sincere, which made Camille feelherself in a dilemma.

Should she believe him? She asked herself.

But how are they supposed to go on without trust?

Camille asks herself again and again in silence. After convincingherself, she looked back at Ayan and said, "OK."

She didn't want to give him a hard time since he felt Austin was on hisback, so she waited until he had a schedule.

If everything is what he says it is, then she is willing to apologize forquestioning him.

But what if it's not what he says it is?

Camille bit her lip, not speaking.

But her every move fell into Ayan's eyes, and he stretched out his handand gently opened her lips, and looked at her with his dark eyes for amoment, and said softly, “Is there anything else for you to be unhappyabout? If you're not happy with what I've just proposed, just let meknow. Don't keep it to yourself. Everything will work out in a way, huh?"Camille nodded slightly, but she did not continue to talk about it.

Ayan also saw that she was avoiding it, and in his heart, he directed allher anger and anger at Austin.

His eyes narrowed slightly out of Camille's sight with coldness andanger, and his face was full of displeasure. Anything could be done tohim, but Camille should not be disturbed.

But now that Austin has clearly violated that, how can he let it go?Ayan stayed with Camille for a while. He could see that she was not inher mood. And when she finished her shower and went back to herroom to rest, he sat in the living room for a long time before leaving.Ayan went upstairs to his apartment. He stood on the balcony of theliving room, staring into the dark night sky. He picked up his cell phoneand called Kian.

"You said Austin introduced Preston to a client he'd been working with,right?" he whispered to Kian without emotion.

Kian didn't know why Ayan suddenly brought up this matter, but hequickly responded, "Yes, this client has been working with the NormanGroup for many years. Austin has always been in charge of it. Theycooperate in the form of foreign trade, but in reality they do some shadydeals."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Not much, not enough to deliver a fatal blow."

“It doesn't matter. If you have it, contact the media and release thesethings directly. You don't need to make it clear which company orperson it is. I just need to remind Austin that he should know what heshould and shouldn't do.”

His eyes were filled with coldness and his words also made Kian feelhis anger towards Austin.

Kian asked softly: "Mr. Simpson, will doing this make Austinsuspicious? This will also make Preston wary."

"Whatever he thinks is his business. I just need to let Austin know thatthere are consequences for doing things he shouldn't be doing.""Okay, I understand,” Kian nodded and had an idea.

Ayan's arrangement was naturally well thought out.

Kian immediately contacted Campole's media and released the newsearly the next morning.

Although no one was named specifically, Austin received the messageimmediately after its release; his secretary had already called him.Austin hadn't gotten up yet when he received this news; after receivingit though, he couldn't sleep anymore. He sat silently on the hotel bedfor a while before finally coming back around again.

He rubbed his hair absentmindedly with one hand then got out of bed,walked over to the washroom sink where he splashed cold water onface. He felt much more awake now .

He asked coldly: "Did you replace out who did this?"

“It's from the same source as last time. Mr. Norman, isn't Ayan behindall of this?" Jeremiah said tentatively .

Kian's face immediately turned cold upon hearing Jeremiah's words. Henarrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "It must be him." It must beAyan who warned him because of what he said in front of Camilleyesterday.

Jeremiah asked quietly: "Mr. Norman, what should we do? Do we needto issue a statement clarifying anything?"

“If they didn't mention the exact name, then there's nothing we need todo about it right now. Just keep an eye on them, and contact me ifanything happens.”

"Okay," Jeremiah agreed obediently.

Austin hung up phone tightly holding onto phone, his knuckles turningwhite. The veins on back of hand protruded prominently as if frozen bychilliness. His face was shrouded by icy air.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Ayan!"

Receiving such terrible news early in the morning left Austin with nomood for anything else. He stayed in the hotel all day, drinking heavily.The news of Austin's staying in his house was immediately reported toKian by those who were watching him. Kian quickly passed themessage on to Ayan.

Kian said, "Austin should have received the news by now."

"His reaction was too strong. It must be enough to cost the entireNorman Group,” Ayan sneered with a cold smile. "Our people don'tneed to watch too closely anymore. Since it's such a big deal, letPreston handle it!"

If he watches them too closely, Preston will become cautious and won'tbe able to take his move.

Kian nodded in agreement before whispering again: "There's newsfrom prison. Sean went to see Elijah."

"Really?" Ayan raised an eyebrow and asked lightly: "What did they talkabout?"