My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 832 Out Of Danger

Chapter 832 Out of Danger

"Okay, let's get started!" Ayan responded indifferently.

He had anticipated this outcome, so he hadn't paid much attention toKian's progress at Campole. Mr. Davalos and Mr. Moya were already atan age where they didn't want any major changes as long as they hadmoney to take. But now things had changed.

If they didn't take action, they would be at Austin's mercy.

Not only would they lose their money and shares, but their familieswould also be affected and harmed.

They would end up with nothing, carrying the burden of guilt and facingcriticism.

Moreover, they had been suppressed by Austin for so many years. If itwasn't absolutely necessary, they would have endured it. But now,there was a voice telling them that it would be more satisfying to takematters into their own hands, especially with someone guiding them onwhat to do. Naturally, they would agree.

Of course, even if they didn't agree, Ayan already had a backup plan.Ayan and Kian had discussed this matter before Kian went to Campole.They had made thorough preparations for this arrangement. There wasno way Austin could escape this time.

Austin's fate had long been sealed. Otherwise, how could Prestonchoose to distance himself from Austin before everything was fullyexposed?

Only Austin, in his misguided cleverness, believed he could turn thesituation around. But it was just his last-ditch effort.

Kian repeated the detailed progress to Ayan once again, not becausehe was long-winded or forgetful, but to avoid any mistakes.

After the report, Ayan simply acknowledged with a sound and then toldKian, "After you wrap up this matter, go directly to Dane City fromCampole.”

"Don't I need to come back and leave with you?" Kian asked in a lowvoice.

Ayan replied, "No need. Camille and I will first go to Flento City, andthen we'll head to Dane City directly from there to meet up with you."Kian understood. The president wanted to have a private journey withhis wife, and he naturally didn't belong in their presence.

He hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. After I finish up here, I'll go to DaneCity and arrange the work for when you arrive."

"Okay."

Kian added, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Nores has been contacting me. Shewants to know your itinerary, but I refused and told her it's a confidentialwork arrangement that cannot be disclosed. However, Miss Noresfound out from Nores Group that you'll be attending the openingceremony in Dane City, and I'm concerned she might also go there."Ayan responded with no warmth, "Don’t pay attention to her. Next timeshe contacts you, just block her. You're not her personal navigator orspy.”

If she wanted to know his whereabouts, she would have to prove hercapabilities.

The reason Ayan hadn't done anything to Alicia was simply becausethere was no need. After all, Alicia was just an insignificant person whodidn't deserve his attention and resources. Moreover, he was genuinelyinterested in the piece of land in Nores Group's hands, as it wouldbenefit Simpson Group. He didn't want to strain the relationship toomuch. He had explained this to Camille, and as long as Camille didn'tthink too much about it, he was at ease. As for everyone else, theywere simply unimportant.

Ayan had made plans to pick up Camille, so when she received amessage from Camille, he immediately rushed over.

It wasn't too late, and they still had time to have lunch and afternoontea together before leisurely returning to Maple Leaves Mansion.

It was only around three o'clock when they arrived back at MapleLeaves Mansion. Ayan got out of the car and walked to Camille's side,holding her hand and her bag. He spoke gently, "We have an eveningflight, and after we arrive in Flento City, we can have a late-night snackwith Sienna. Can you let her know in advance?"

Camille nodded and started to take out her phone to send a messageto Sienna.

But before she could unlock her phone, Horace's voice came fromnearby.

Horace walked over briskly and greeted both of them. Recently, itseemed like every time they met Horace, it was by chance in theneighborhood. It used to be in the evenings or mornings, which madesense because of work, but at this time, shouldn't he be at the office?Ayan also thought about this point and a faint smile appeared on hislips. He asked, "Is it just a coincidence, Mr. Burris?"

Horace replied candidly, “Not really, I was specifically waiting for both ofyou here."

Camille and Ayan exchanged a glance. Ayan took the opportunity toask, "Is there something you want to discuss with Miss Armstrong, Mr.Burris?"

"Well, I have something I'd like to talk to Miss Armstrong about. Is Mr.Simpson available?" Horace asked Ayan with a calm attitude.

Ayan gave him a casual glance and a faint smile played at the cornersof his mouth. His voice was unhurried as he replied, "Of course, I'mavailable."

After Ayan's response, he didn't let go of Camille's hand. Instead, helightly squeezed her fingers and said, "Mind if I smoke?"

Ayan didn't have much of a smoking habit, he only occasionally took afew puffs. So, she didn't object and nodded in agreement.

Ayan walked to the side to smoke. He wasn't too far away from them,but it provided enough space for Horace to talk.

Camille asked Horace, "Is there something you want to tell me, Mr.Burris?"

Horace's expression seemed a bit cold, and if she didn't know him,Camille might have thought he was about to say something unpleasantor angry.

Horace's tone didn't reveal any emotions as he said, "Have you been incontact with Grace lately?"

Camille immediately furrowed her brow and shook her head, saying,"No."

With so much happening recently, she was already feeling restless, andher emotional state hadn't been good since being kidnapped by Austin.So, she didn't have the mental energy to reach out to Grace. Usually,they would inform each other if there was something important orcontact each other on holidays. Besides that, there was only Graceasking about Timmy, wanting to see him.

Now that Horace mentioned it, she realized that it had been severaldays since they last communicated.

Camille asked in confusion, “Why are you suddenly asking me aboutthis, Mr. Burris?"

"She hasn't been to the office for several days, and I haven't been ableto reach her. There haven't been any updates from the Armstrongfamily either, so I don't know if she has been in contact with you,"Horace explained, his brows slightly furrowing. His expression showeda complex mix of emotions, which made Camille worry as well.

"What happened?” Camille asked.

"Well, something has happened,” Horace replied.

"Can you tell me?" Camille inquired.

Horace looked hesitant, but in the end, he said, "Not yet. I need herpermission because this matter involves more than just me."

"So, it's something between you and her?" Camille asked.

"Yes," Horace nodded.

Camille lowered her gaze, and she had some guesses in her mind. Shedidn't continue to ask, only speaking softly, “I haven't been in contactwith her. You should know that our relationship has improvedsomewhat, but we are still unfamiliar with each other's circles. If youwant to replace her, you probably have to start by inquiring with theArmstrong family.”

"She had a disagreement with the Armstrong family over something, soI don't think she would want me to ask them," Horace replied earnestly,making Camille smile.

Camille said, "Mr. Burris, you seem to care a lot about my sister. Everyword you just said was considerate and thoughtful towards her. Could itbe that you like her?"

After Camille finished speaking, Horace didn't avoid her gaze andinstead looked directly at her. He said candidly, "Yes, I like her."Camille was slightly stunned, her eyelashes trembling lightly, surprisedby Horace's straightforward response.

Horace continued, "So, can I trouble Miss Armstrong to do me a favor?Can you think about where she might be?"

Camille was a bit hesitant because she genuinely didn't know whereGrace could be. But she was willing to help and, as Horace's wordsgradually brought her back to her senses, she realized that he was verydirect and didn't hide anything.

After agreeing to help Horace, Camille and Ayan went upstairs.

Ayan asked, "What did you talk about?"