My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 973: Artful Discussion

Chapter 973: Artful Discussion

She took the elevator up to Ayan's office floor. As she stepped out ofthe elevator, she happened to run into Ayan's assistant. She casuallyinquired, "Is Mr. Simpson in his office?"

The assistant replied respectfully and confidently, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson.Mr. Simpson just finished a meeting and is now in his office discussingwork with Kian."

Camille nodded and continued, "Has he made any plans to address theonline matter?"

Shaking his head, the assistant replied, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, I don'tknow about that. Mr. Simpson hasn't made any arrangements, so wehaven't received any instructions on how to handle it."

Camille pursed her lips, choosing not to press further. She spoke softly,"Alright, I understand. You can go back to your job. I'll replace him myself."Camille proceeded towards Ayan's office. When she reached the door,she paused. The soundproofing was excellent, and she couldn't makeout what was being said inside.

Her expression was muted, her face showing a complex array ofemotions. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes as she silentlyorganized her thoughts, rearranging the words she was about to say.Finally, she lifted her hand and lightly knocked on the door.

The knocking lasted less than ten seconds before the door swung openfrom the inside.

Kian, who opened the door, appeared slightly surprised when he sawCamille, his expression momentarily frozen. But he quickly regained hiscomposure and greeted her, "Mrs. Simpson.”

He then turned his gaze towards Ayan, his voice faintly tinged withpleasant surprise, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson is here."

Hearing Kian's words, Ayan also raised his head to look at Camille. Hewas equally taken aback, although they had met just last night, theatmosphere during their previous encounter hadn't been pleasant. Soher voluntary visit was somewhat unexpected.

Kian didn't linger and simply invited Camille inside. After pouring her acup of coffee, he promptly exited the office.

Camille took a seat on the sofa while Ayan sat behind his desk. Therewas a considerable distance between them, and neither spoke,enveloping the room in an unusually tranquil atmosphere, quiet enoughfor them to hear each other's breath.

The silence lingered for quite some time before Ayan finally set asidethe documents in his hand and stood up. He walked over to the sofaand took a seat.

He looked at Camille, pondering her intentions for coming at thisparticular moment. His voice carried a faint warmth as he inquired,"Why did you come at this hour?"

Camille raised her gaze to meet his. Her voice was calm as sheresponded, “I have something I want to ask you."

Ayan's eyes flickered slightly, and his voice grew more serious as heasked, "Does it have to be at this hour?"

Camille's brows furrowed briefly, and her expression showed a hint ofconfusion, but she quickly regained her composure. She replied, "Momjust called me. They've seen what's happening online. Grandpa wantsme to tell you that, regardless of your intentions or plans, you shouldclarify this matter as soon as possible. Prolonging it isn't good forSimpson Group. Even if you have reasons and explanations later, it willappear as if Simpson Group is resorting to artful discussion.”

Upon hearing Camille's words, Ayan felt a subtle sense of relief deepinside. His expression softened, and he relaxed a bit. His voice took ona lighter tone as he remarked, "You see, they are closer to you thanthey are to me."

He even managed to make a playful comment, suggesting that thematter concerning Simpson Group wasn't too serious.

Camille pressed her lips together, choosing not to respond to hisremark. She simply stated, "Grandpa is just worried. He's getting older,and naturally, he hopes that Simpson Group remains trouble-free andcontinues to operate smoothly."

Ayan nodded in agreement, his deep eyes continuously fixated onCamille. He spoke in a gentle tone, "I will resolve this matter as soon aspossible. If Grandpa asks you again, just tell him I've been informed."Camille softly nodded her head. After exchanging the necessary words,there was little left to say.

As Camille inadvertently raised her gaze, her eyes met Ayan's, whichhadn't left her for a moment. She couldn't ignore the slight tension anddiscomfort in her posture.

Ayan broke the awkward silence, softly asking, "How do you feel aftertaking the medicine?"

She hesitated for a moment, understanding that he was referring to herfever. She then replied, "Much better.”

Ayan nodded in response and fell silent again.

The two of them sat in silence for two or three minutes. Camille bit herlip lightly and took a quiet deep breath before saying, "Well, I shouldget going.”

Camille stood up after speaking.

Ayan didn't try to stop her; he rose from his seat as well. His gazefollowed her as she moved. He said, "Alright, be safe on your wayback. Send me a message when you arrive, okay?"

Camille didn't refuse. Faced with Ayan, she couldn't act as if nothinghad happened. Although it wasn't a matter of principle, it was stillsignificant to her. She couldn't convince herself to ignore it.

Camille lowered her gaze and didn't look at him anymore. She wasabout to leave when Ayan's voice suddenly sounded. He said, "Cami,let's talk after this matter is resolved.”

Camille raised her gaze to meet his eyes again. She hadn't expectedAyan to suggest a conversation, so it caught her off guard. Shehesitated for a brief moment before responding, “Alright.”

Afterward, Camille didn't linger any longer. Ayan undoubtedly had manymatters to attend to at this moment, so she couldn't afford to disturbhim. She exited the office and happened to encounter Kian, who washolding documents and on his way to Ayan's office. Kian greetedCamille politely.

Camille smiled and nodded in response, then asked, "Kian, can you tellme if you've found a solution to this issue?"

Kian was briefly taken aback but didn't hesitate to provide an honestanswer, "Yes, we have a solution. Mr. Simpson and I took care ofeverything when we were there."

Camille felt relieved once she knew Ayan was confident about it. Aslong as Ayan had a plan in mind, she didn't need to worry.

Kian took the documents into the office and informed Ayan of Camille'searlier question. Ayan didn't display any noticeable reaction and didn'trespond either.

Kian asked, "Mr. Simpson, you and Mrs. Simpson..."

Ayan cast a glance at Kian, his gaze inscrutable, and he didn't sayanything further.

Ayan's voice came next, his tone impassive, "Call Mr. Bell now andhave them come to Simpson Group."

Kian nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll contact them right away.”

Kian tried to reach out to Mr. and Mrs. Bell, but initially, he couldn't getthrough. Neither Mr. Bell's nor Mrs. Bell's phones were being answered.However, Kian was persistent. He kept calling until someone picked up,which took a while.

Without delving into too many questions, Kian said, "Mr. Bell, sorry tobother you. Mr. Simpson would like you to come to Simpson Group.Regarding the online matter, Mr. Simpson would like to discusssolutions with you."

Mr. Bell on the other end seemed to hesitate, saying, "Kian, is it a goodtime for me to go to Simpson Group right now?"

Kian, puzzled, asked, "Mr. Bell, I'm not sure I understand. What do youmean by 'not a good time'?"

Mr. Bell remained silent for a moment and then spoke in a hushedvoice, “With the current media frenzy, it might not be ideal for me to goto Simpson Group. If the nosy reporters catch wind of it, they mightspread rumors. So, it's better for me to maintain silence for now."

Kian also fell silent briefly, then said in a calm tone, "Mr. Bell, Mr.Simpson is well aware of the circumstances behind the current mediafrenzy. The reason he invited you to Simpson Group is to have aserious discussion with you. We hope you can cooperate. Mr. Simpsonwill have some free time in an hour. Can we meet then?"

After delivering this message, Kian promptly ended the call withoutwaiting for Mr. Bell's response.

In the face of Mr. Bell's refusal, Kian didn't show the same level ofrespect as he did in the past. This was, of course, due to Mr. Bell'srecent doings, which had been rather callous. It had naturally souredKian's opinion of him.

As Mr. Bell looked at the disconnected call, he wore a graveexpression. He turned to Mr. Mikkola, who was sitting across from him,and asked, "What should we do now?"