My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 255: Ingratiation

Was it because she was pregnant and afraid that she will be hurt?

If so, she couldn’t agree even more.

After all, it was impossible for them to go out with Preston. She wouldn’t make use of his sincerity to

make herself retreat, which was against her bottom line. She didn’t want to.

However, how could she know that Preston might have other purposes?

Preston failed to convince Camille. A trace of frustration crushed his eyes, but he looked helpless and

worried.

After leaving the office, his face was cold as marble and the look in his eyes was indifferent.

Preston looked at Sienna who was discussing the design with Yessica and others. Then he walked

over and knocked on the glass door of the conference room. “Excuse me, Sienna, I’d like to talk with

you.”

Sienna looked indifferently. “What do we have to talk about?”

“About Cami. Shall you come to my office?”

He looked at Sienna and didn’t want to be refused by her, so he mentioned Camille.

Sienna frowned subconsciously and was stunned for a second. Then she told Yessica, “You guys go

on, let me know later.”

They went to the office and Preston closed the door. Sienna said with some displeasure, “Don’t you

want to talk about Cami? Why did you close the door?”

“Sienna, I wonder if you have any prejudice against me. Asking myself, I never did anything that made

you uncomfortable previously."

"You’re joking. I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Sienna replied calmly. Though she spoke with a slight smile, there was no sign of smile in her face.

Preston said lightly, “Well, let's take it as you don’t. I’m here to talk to you about Cami. I’m worried that

Cami is going to be sacrificed to take on all the responsibilities for the accident, so I want you to

convince her if she really gets into trouble, she could deny all of the things and let me take on the

responsibilities.

Sienna understood.

He was trying to convict Camille.

But it was not Camille’s fault. What was Camille’s crime?

Sienna looked at him. “Why do you do that?”

There was probably a legal liability once the charge was settled, because a worker died due to the

accident.

Did he love Camille so much that he wanted to keep Camille out of trouble?

Sienna frowned slightly and looked at Preston with a puzzled look.

Preston simply replied, “Well, nothing. I just don’t want her to suffer.”

“Mr. Walker, don’t you know that Simpson Group got involved in? Ayan is her husband. Do you think a

husband would watch his wife suffer?”

“But Ayan doesn’t love her.”

“It doesn’t matter whether he loves her or not. Now that she has Ayan’s baby, could he really ignore

that?”

Sienna never intervened in the things between Ayan and Camille, but she was sure that Ayan wouldn’t

be so cruel as to ignore Camille.

Therefore, Sienna refused Preston’s request. She didn’t want to help him.

Preston was helpless to Sienna’s words, so they parted on bad terms.

As for Simpson Group, Ayan called an emergency meeting because public opinion had caused the

company’s stock to fall.”

The executives and shareholders said, “It has to be solved as soon as possible and cannot be dragged

on. The accident has a so great fluence on our image and stock that we can’t bear.”

“I agree with that.”

Others echoed.

Ayan, who was sitting at the top seat, glanced at the people on both sides indifferently and asked

gently, “What’s your solution?”

He has arranged for Kian to investigate suspicious people related to this matter, but there were no

results yet. He didn’t mention that.

The speaker replied, “Mr. Moss is in charge of the project. He has worked for Simpson Group for a long

time. I’m convinced that he is irrelevant.”

“So, who do you think has problems?” Ayan asked with a cold glance.

The man paused briefly and continued, “The architect is also in charge of the project. Is there

something wrong with her?”

On hearing his words, the other people in the room also whispered to each other.

They all said it was not impossible.

At the meantime, they knew that the architect was Camille, who was Ayan’s wife. They had marriage Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

bonds.

Someone cautiously reminded him, “Mr. Simpson I have an immature suggestion. There must be

someone to take on the responsibility, and it has nothing to do with Simpson Group. I think the architect

is a good choice. Of course, we all know that the architect is your wife. She can’t do such a thing.

Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding, but now we have to give a response to the public as soon as

possible. Otherwise, there is no way to explain it!”

“Since the idea is immature, don’t put it forward.” Ayan stared at him indifferently. The chill in his eyes

could freeze people to death.

After Ayan’s words, everyone immediately shut up and did not dare to speak out.

He glanced at them coldly, “So you’re planning to push a woman out to let Simpson Group retreat,

right? You shift all the responsibilities on an architect before this matter is cleared. Since you’re

unwilling to share the happiness and woe with Simpson Group, you’d better get out of the Simpson

Group as soon as possible!”

That done, he kicked off the chair and got up. Without looking at them again, Ayan walked out of the

conference room directly.

Everyone looked at each other. They didn’t dare to think of it again with their faces getting extremely

sullen.

Back in the office, Ayan’s cell phone rang.

Looking at the screen, his face became gloomier, but he finally picked up: “Hello?”

“Ayan, are you okay? I just learned the accident, because I was in the preparation of the concert

yesterday and blocked communications. I just learned that from my agent, is there anything that I can

help?”

“Well, I’m fine. There is nothing to help. Things will be cleared quickly. Don’t worry.”

Ayan’s voice was warm, but his face looked the same.

Eileen said in a low voice, “Ayan, would the accident bring trouble to you? Do you need me to talk to

my close friends to post an Instagram to back up Simpson Group?”

“Nope.”

“I just want to help you. Ayan, don’t refuse me, okay?”

Ayan said calmly, “Eileen, this matter is not something you can solve by sending an ins. If you really

want to help me, don’t do anything, alright?”

“Okay, I promise.” Eileen pursed her lips and said, “I shouldn’t have let anything else bother you at the

moment, but I wanted to know how you were getting on that matter? Have you got any results?”

Ayan knew exactly what she was referring to.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was expressionless, “Hance City is so big, trying to find a

man is almost like trying to find a needle in a haystack. In addition to his appearance, can you think of

anything else? If you can think of something else, maybe it will go faster.”

“Not yet. If there is, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible.”

Eileen’s voice was soft and ingratiating.

“Well, I see. Anything else? If not, I gotta go. I have a meeting to start in a minute.”

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair.”

Eileen was reluctant, but Ayan hung up before Eileen finished.

Ayan looked cold. He raised his hands to rub his temples. It seemed that there was a chill on his

eyebrows and his eyes looked as if they were covered with crushed ice.

He didn't have extra energy to think about Eileen right now. What mattered most was to settle the

accident for Simpson Group.

He was in silence when Kian knocked on the door and came in suddenly, “Mr. Simpson, the police

have called us to come over. Would you like to come over now or later?”