Chapter 1010: Flaw

Chapter 1010: Flaw

They exchanged a smile, and Talia said, "Your Grandpa has a

connection with you, and our Simpson family has a connection with you

too. Luckily, you married into our family."

Talia and Camille had a relationship that was more like mother and

daughter than that of a typical mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. They

had no secrets between them and could speak their minds freely.

Camille chatted with Talia for a while, and since lunchtime was still a bit

away, Talia decided to take Timmy to the nearby supermarket for a

stroll. She wanted to pick up a few things needed for baking a cake

when they returned.

Camille stayed back at the Simpson's mansion, waiting for the old

Simpson to wake up. Fletcher had kept been away for some time. Now

that he was back, he would naturally have a busy schedule in the

company in the coming days. While there were servants and Kit

present, the old Simpson needed a family member to be with him.

Camille took on this responsibility willingly.

As she sat alone, her phone rang. She initially thought it might be Ayan,

as he hadn't contacted her all morning, which was unusual since he

usually called her outside of meetings.

Camille picked up her phone and saw Horace's name on the screen.

Her expression visibly changed, revealing a sense of disappointment.

Nevertheless, she answered the call, saying, "Hello?"

“It's me, Horace."

“Is there something you need?"

"We just finished the meeting, and that call was originally intended to

confirm our collaboration with you and let Mr. Armstrong know that it's

genuine. But as soon as I answered the call, Mr. Armstrong took the

phone from me."

"Understandable, after all, he is your future father-in-law. It wouldn't be

wise to make things too tense. It's okay. I don't mind," Camille

responded calmly. Brody's actions didn't affect her much as she had

grown accustomed to such situations. This wasn't the first time, and it

certainly wouldn't be the last.

Horace, sensing a hint of teasing in Camille's words, offered an

apology, "Regardless, it was my oversight that caused you any

discomfort. I'm truly grateful for Miss Camille's trust in me."

He was referring to Camille's willingness to transfer her shares to him.

Camille was straightforward, "I believe you can manage Armstrong

Corp well. Whether it's Armstrong Corp or her, please take good care of

her."

"You're too kind, Miss Camille.”

"I mean it."

"Alright, I understand. You can trust me. I'll do my best.”

“That's good."

Camille and Horace exchanged these few words before the

conversation naturally came to an end. After hanging up, Camille's

expression turned cold, and she let out a light sigh, her eyes filled with

displeasure.

She decided to put her phone on airplane mode, temporarily shutting

out the world to avoid further disruptions.

Meanwhile, at the Simpson Group,

Ayan had just finished a meeting and returned to his office. Kian

immediately handed him some documents that required his signature.

"Mr. Simpson, these are the approval documents for the Dane City

collaboration. We need your signature, and then I'll send them out.”

Ayan briefly reviewed the documents and then signed them.

Kian continued, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Bell just called. He asked when you

might have some time for a face-to-face meeting.”

"This afternoon, block out an hour for him."

"Alright, I'll reply to him shortly." Kian watched Ayan carefully and asked

with caution, "Mr. Bell's request for a meeting suggests that there may

have been progress in the matter. But Mr. Mikkola is not an easy

person to deal with. Is there a possibility that he might hold Simpson

Group responsible for Mr. Bell's actions?"

Ayan squinted his eyes and replied in a composed tone, "If he has the

capability, he can certainly try. After all, he's skilled in such matters.

However, for Simpson Group, we won't allow it. Once Mr. Bell

voluntarily admits to his divorce, Mr. Mikkola's leverage will be gone.

He won't dare to be so audacious anymore.”

Kian nodded, "Alright, I'll contact Mr. Bell now."

Ayan fell silent, lost in thought. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke

again, “The rumors on the internet only point to him, and we have

evidence that proves Simpson Group's innocence. However, beyond

that, we don't have any direct evidence linking him to this matter. To get

him to leave Hance for good, we need concrete evidence."

"But finding such evidence seems challenging. He's skilled at hiding his

tracks, making it hard to uncover. If we could find it, we would have

already found his flaws during our previous investigations.”

“That's true. Some things are difficult to find or may never be found. So,

what's our next step?" Ayan raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes filled

with a faint smile. His expression and response made Kian understand

his intentions immediately.

Kian chuckled, "If we can't find it, then we create it. That's the best flaw.

Dealing with cunning and manipulative people requires using similar

tactics. As you said, “fight fire with fire."

“Then get to work.” Ayan was satisfied with Kian's response. Having

worked with him for a long time, Kian knew Ayan's approach and what

he wanted, saving him a lot of time and effort.

After Kian left the office, Ayan continued working. He paused briefly to

send a message to Camille. However, he didn't expect a response

since Camille had put her phone on airplane mode.

After waiting for almost five minutes, Ayan picked up his phone and

dialed Camille's number directly. Instead of hearing Camille's familiar

voice, he received a mechanical voice prompt indicating that the call

couldn't be connected.

Frowning slightly, Ayan's deep gaze paused for a moment before a faint

smile appeared on his lips. He put his phone down without making

another call. He knew Camille well enough to understand her

intentions.

Returning his attention to his work, Ayan spent the morning dealing with

various documents and matters related to Simpson Group. As the clock

neared noon, Kian came into his office.

Ayan stood up, and Kian quickly asked, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Ward invited

you for lunch. The secretary called half an hour ago to confirm, and

since you don't have any other commitments for lunch, I agreed. Would

you like me to arrange transportation or will you go on your own?"

"Rex?"

"Yes."

"No need, I'll call him. You can go off duty now. I'll be back at the

Simpson's mansion later. After Mr. Bell arrives in the afternoon, have

him wait for me in the conference room, but don't bring him directly to

the office.”

Ayan stepped away from his desk and took his suit jacket from the coat

rack. His expression revealed a sense of urgency.

Kian nodded in acknowledgment of his instructions and didn't dare to

inquire further. He opened the door for Ayan and accompanied him as

they left the office.

Ayan drove alone from the Simpson Group. He first went to a nearby

traditional dim sum restaurant, where he bought several of Camille's

favorite dishes. After paying the bill, he returned to his car with the

items.

He maintained a relatively fast pace while driving, taking about forty

minutes to return from the city center to the Simpson's mansion.

Parking his car, a house servant immediately approached him. "Sir,

may I carry these for you?"

"No need, I'll handle it myself,” Ayan declined in a subdued tone. He

then carried the dim sum and walked briskly towards the house.

Inside, there was faint chatter coming from the dining room as they

were just about to have a meal.

One of the house servants reminded, "Master Ayan has returned.”

Camille, seated at the dining table, briefly hesitated when she caught

sight of that figure out of the corner of her eye. But she immediately

composed herself and, looking at the old Simpson, asked, "Grandpa,

would you like to have some soup first?"