Chapter 1083: Inevitable

Chapter 1083: Inevitable

Camille smiled. "Of course, I'm helping you. It's not like he's home, and

I couldn't just stay silent, could 1? Aren't you happy? We'll have

someone to join us for dinner tomorrow night!"

Sienna gave a cold humph. "Thanks for considering me."

"No problem, we're in this together," Camille said with a smile, but

Sienna had fallen silent.

The unexpected encounter that Camille and Sienna had today had

been resolved. The two people involved were held accountable and

compensated accordingly. With Ayan's presence, even simple

detentions could turn into legal proceedings.

It was said that those two individuals wanted to kneel down and

apologize to Camille to make amends for their mistakes. However, they

couldn't even get a chance to see her now, and even if they did, an

apology wouldn't serve any purpose because Ayan was determined to

see this through to the end.

This incident was just a minor episode and hadn't garnered excessive

attention.

Although both Camille and Sienna weren't particularly shaken by it,

Camille, in the quiet of the night, found herself revisiting those moments

and picturing the helplessness she felt when the events occurred in the

daylight.

Back then, her primary concern had been to put a stop to the situation

as quickly as possible. Now, with no one around and in a quiet space,

she couldn't help but think that Ayan was right. She was relieved that

they had only thrown water instead of something else, as the

consequences would have been unimaginable.

Camille pursed her lips, unable to sleep and restless. She didn't dare

contact Ayan because she wasn't sure what he was doing, and she

didn't want to disturb him.

Camille got out of bed, went to Ayan's liquor cabinet, and poured

herself two fingers of alcohol. She rarely drank, so her tolerance wasn't

great. She carried the glass to the balcony, took a photo of the starry

sky, and couldn't help but send it to Ayan.

However, Ayan was probably resting as he didn't reply. Camille wasn't

looking for a response; she just wanted to let him know what she was

doing. She set her phone aside, sipped her drink, and then leaned

against the balcony's railing, gazing into the distance.

It was well past midnight, and the surroundings were dark and silent.

Despite the Franklin Bay villa's proximity to the city, it had a large

surrounding area, effectively isolating it from the city's hustle and

bustle. It gave off the feeling of being surrounded by nature.

Even though she was alone at home and there was no one to talk to,

Camille savored the atmosphere. It was quiet but didn't make her feel

lonely.

Perhaps due to the couple of sips of alcohol, which were, of course,

high-quality since it was Ayan's, her spirits were lifted. She

contemplated calling Sienna to chat, but then her gaze inadvertently

swept outside, and she noticed a car parked not far from her villa

beneath a tree. There was a faint flicker of light inside the car. That

wasn't a cigarette, so what could it be?

Camille's caution immediately kicked in. She couldn't be sure if the

person inside the car was a resident or just passing through. However,

after the day's events, she naturally had her guard up. Franklin Bay had

stringent security measures, and entry and exit required

comprehensive information, but anyone who had that information could

enter. So, she couldn't help but think more.

Camille lifted her glass and her phone, returning to her room without

showing much reaction. Once back in her room, she locked the balcony

door, drew the curtains, and switched the main light for a bedside

reading lamp.

Camille didn't lie down but instead walked barefoot from the master

bedroom to the next-door children’s room. The window in this room

faced the same direction as the master bedroom and was a bit closer to

the large tree outside.

Camille tiptoed into the children’s room, where nobody lived, so the

curtains were kept closed year-round. Standing by the curtains, Camille

used her fingers to create a small gap and peered outside. Her gaze

met her expectations as the car started its engine. Her suspicions were

turning out to be true.

Were the occupants of the car watching her?

Had they left upon seeing her asleep?

It could also be a new bodyguard Ayan had assigned, but Camille was

more inclined to believe it wasn't a bodyguard.

Camille stood by the window, her lips pressed together, and her face

expressed deep concern and unease.

In her mind, countless possibilities and speculations had arisen, but

she had no certainties since she didn't know the exact circumstances. It

wasn't feasible to check the security cameras at this time, and calling

Ayan was not an option since he was not in Hance City. Telling him

would only make him anxious.

Camille maintained her silence, but this episode kept her awake

throughout the night.

It wasn't until the day had broken that she finally fell asleep from sheer

exhaustion.

Ayan received her message around 6:30 in the morning. He gazed at

the woman's hand in the photo, his eyes tender and filled with a distinct

smile. He typed a few words, "I'm coming home to have a drink with

you."

He sent the message to Camille, not expecting her to respond

immediately since she had been up late drinking. Camille needed to

sleep in today.

Ayan was preparing to leave for the airport with Kian. They had just

exited the hotel and were about to get into the car when a woman

suddenly approached Ayan to block his way. "Mr. Simpson, are you

leaving Dane City?"

Ayan furrowed his brows slightly, his expression tinged with confusion.

He glanced at the woman and asked Kian, "Who is she?"

Kian was also surprised and explained in a low voice, "Miss Lindsey,

the project manager you stepped in for at the dinner event last night."

Ayan recalled the woman faintly but remained cold and aloof. He

asked, "What do you want?"

Miss Lindsey looked at Ayan with gratitude and admiration in her eyes.

Her voice was soft, carrying a slightly coquettish tone as she said, "Mr.

Simpson, I've come to thank you. If it weren't for your help last night, I

can't imagine the consequences. I want to go to Hance City with you. I

want to work at Simpson Group. Is that possible?”

Ayan's face remained stern, as if he had heard a colossal joke. He

looked at the woman with a frigid tone and asked, "You want to work at

Simpson Group?”

"Yes, Mr. Simpson, I can do anything you ask of me. Although I've been

working for a small company, my professional skills are top-notch. If

you find my management of the company's projects inappropriate, I can

also assist you in your personal and professional life. I can be your

personal assistant, taking care of your daily needs." The woman spoke

softly, and her gentle expression seemed to convey more than just

gratitude. Even Kian couldn't help but sense her ulterior motives.

Kian instinctively glanced at Ayan, and he noticed that Ayan's

expression had turned extremely unpleasant. The icy look in his eyes

could freeze someone on the spot.

However, the woman appeared unaware of this and continued to await

Ayan's response, wearing a hopeful expression.

With her confidence in her own appearance and her straightforward

implications, she likely believed that no man could resist her advances.

But this time, the woman seemed to have misjudged the situation. Ayan

didn't just decline; he responded with a cold and stern expression,

"While I'm not yet angry, turn around and leave my sight immediately.”

The woman's expression shifted slightly, and as Ayan finished

speaking, he instinctively got into the car. The woman attempted to stop

him, but Kian intervened.

"Miss Lindsey, please have some self-respect,” Kian said coldly. "Mr.

Simpson wasn't helping you. Anyone would have stepped in because

Mrs. Simpson dislikes the kind of behavior that makes women

uncomfortable at social gatherings. So Mr. Simpson had to say

something to anyone, not just you. I hope Miss Lindsey won't

misinterpret the situation.”