My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 885: Risk

Chapter 885: Risk

Camille shook her head in denial. "No."

"Really? You're sure?"

"Yes."

“I don't believe you," Ayan said in a gentle tone. "You and Rex justteamed up to take advantage of me during dinner.”

"Wasn't it your voluntary agreement?" Camille asked lightly.

He lightly held Camille's hand and continued, "Yes, it was my choice,but my choice is only for you."

He smiled faintly and didn't say much more, just repeating what he hadsaid earlier, telling Camille to meet him after work.

Camille nodded in agreement before getting out of the car.

She returned to the conference room at the museum, where onlySophie and Summer were present; the other architects had not arrivedyet.

Seeing Camille, both Sophie and Summer greeted her immediately.Since it wasn't yet time to start work, the three of them chatted casually.Suddenly, Summer whispered, "Mr. Baxter hasn't been around recently.Is he planning to withdraw from this project?"

Sophie chimed in, "Some people in our company are also talking aboutit. They even asked me in our group chat. I wonder if it's true. I have noidea where Mr. Baxter went."

"Miss Camille, do you know anything? You probably hear more than wedo. Do you have any inside information?" Both of them looked atCamille.

Camille lightly shook her head. "Mr. Simpson is not involved in thisproject, so how could I know more than you? You two have morecontact with Mr. Evans. You should be able to get more information bychatting with him, right?"

Camille raised an eyebrow, and Sophie laughed along with her. "MissCamille, you don't know? Summer has had a crush on Mr. Evans forquite some time. Lately, she's been too shy to contact him directly. Anywork updates have to go through me. She's acting all reserved now."Camille looked surprised at Summer and smiled playfully, "Really?"Summer covered her face with her hand, looking shy, "Oh no, pleasedon't talk about it. They'll make fun of me later.”

Summer's expression made Camille and Sophie couldn't help butlaugh.

Camille said, "If you like him, try putting in more effort. Don't have anyregrets.”

Sophie added, "I think Miss Camille is right. Now, here comes thequestion: Why haven't you let Mr. Simpson know that you've secretlyloved him for many years?"

The topic suddenly shifted to Camille, and this sudden and rapidchange left her somewhat stunned for a moment.

Camille raised an eyebrow and replied calmly, “Why haven't I let himknow? Maybe I'm afraid he'll become too arrogant once he replaces out.”Sophie and Summer both gave her a thumbs-up. Sophie laughed,“You're right. Men shouldn't be spoiled.”

The three of them chatted until other colleagues gradually arrived, andthe topic ended.

During the afternoon work, Jenson came to the conference room.Jenson brought afternoon tea, sat beside Summer, and said toeveryone, "We have about half a month left until the finalization of thedesign drafts. We might need to work overtime or revise the drawingsat any time. I want to thank everyone in advance for your hard work. Ifthere's anything, feel free to communicate with me right away. Let's allwork together to produce the best work."

Jenson's attitude and words were well-received, and everyone noddedin agreement. Then, someone asked, "Mr. Evans, why haven't we seenMr. Baxter recently? Is he leaving this project?"

Since the architects present were all recruited by Preston from thebeginning, they had different attitudes towards him compared toJenson. They began to worry that if Preston left, they might be replacedas well.

Facing this question, Jenson didn't avoid or conceal anything. Hehonestly told them, "Mr. Baxter is not planning to withdraw. I am not Mr.Baxter himself, so I cannot guarantee that he will stay on this projectindefinitely. However, I can tell you that there are no signs of himleaving at the moment. Recently, he hasn't been around because hewent to Flento to handle some personal matters. He will be back oncehe finishes dealing with them."

After Jenson's explanation, everyone's speculations were resolved, andthe topic was not brought up again.

As for Preston's whereabouts and what he was doing in Flento, Camillewas not curious at all. She had been trying to reduce her attention toPreston and everything related to him.

But last night's phone call from Preston made her wonder again. Afterall, it was a bit surprising for him to call her at that hour.

It wasn't too early, and based on Preston's understanding of her, heshould have known that she didn't like answering calls at night. Usually,if there was something, they would contact during the day. If it wasnecessary to call at night, there must be a good reason.

But his call didn't seem to have a clear purpose.

So, what was Preston's true intention?

Was it really just to call and say something about Ayan?

Camille couldn't come up with a convincing answer, and because shewasn't a mind-reader, she couldn't know what Preston was reallythinking.

She pushed aside her thoughts and continued to work.

In the Simpson Group headquarters, in the CEO's office.

After dropping Camille off at the museum, Ayan returned to thecompany. Since Kian wasn't there, an assistant took over Kian's work.The assistant mentioned the phone call from Camille earlier, and Ayannodded to acknowledge it. Then, he asked, "Other than my wife, hasanyone else called me?"

The assistant, puzzled by Ayan's cold tone, shook his head and replied,"No, only your wife called.”

"I see, you can go now!" Ayan's voice was indifferent, and the assistantleft the office. Ayan put down the pen in his hand and leaned back inhis chair, looking out the window.

Rex's words at the restaurant were still on his mind, and he silentlyasked himself how he would handle the situation if he were Cora,considering all that had happened.

The answer was not much different from what Rex had said, and theperson who best fit that criteria was also the same as his guess.

Ayan sat there silently without any action, lost in thought. Until theoffice door was knocked again and pushed open, Kian came in lookingtired.

Kian immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere and Ayan's indifferentexpression. He stared at Ayan and walked briskly to the desk beforestopping.

He fixed his gaze on Ayan and said in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, Ichecked all the nearby surveillance cameras, but there were no clearreplaceings. There was quite a bit of vehicle traffic, so it would requireconsiderable manpower and resources to investigate each vehicle."Ayan nodded, acknowledging that he heard the report but didn'trespond to whether Kian should continue the investigation.

Kian couldn't read his mind at the moment, and his eyes were fixed onAyan, filled with questions.

After nearly half a minute, Ayan finally looked up at Kian and said,"Check on Preston's people. He didn't return alone from Flento, right?What about his secretary, Quintus? Find out if there have been anyactions.”

Kian nodded in acknowledgment but couldn't help but ask in confusion,"Mr. Simpson, are you suspecting that Cora contacted Preston?"

“It's not suspicion; it's almost certain that she contacted Preston. InHance, she doesn't know anyone anymore, and Austin doesn't have theability to reach out to Hance so effortlessly. Do you think Austin wouldtake the risk of exposing himself to interfere in her affairs?"

Ayan snorted softly, and when doubts arose in his mind, they graduallyturned into certain facts.