Chapter 1113: Damn

Chapter 1113: Damn

Elijah nodded slightly and said, "I understand Mr. Simpson's meaning."

Elijah fell into a brief silence, then recalled and mentioned several

locations around Hance City, some farther away and others closer.

Elijah said, "These are all major addresses because they were all

people of the old Simpson. After the old Simpson left, their connection

was cut off, so I don't know the specific contact information.”

"Alright, I understand,” Ayan continued, "Do you know about the

Armstrong family? Do you know the relationship between the

Armstrong family couple?”

Elijah hesitated for a moment, his eyes showing a faint hesitation.

Before he could speak, Ayan asked again, "I want to know why they

sent Camille to Flento City to be cared for by a grandmother who has

no blood relation. Whose idea was this?"

Upon hearing the name Camille, Elijah understood that everything was

related to her.

His earlier speculations seemed plausible, considering Ayan's

relationship with Camille, even if it was a political alliance. Elijah

thought this as he looked at Ayan, who did so much for Camille; it was

probably a case of affection growing over time.

Elijah thought so, and his expression became more natural than before.

This change did not escape Ayan's notice.

However, Ayan did not directly point out Elijah’s anomaly. He looked at

him with a faint gaze and said, "I just want to know about Camille. As

for other things, I won't inquire, and I won't trouble you. Your

relationship with the Armstrong family doesn't matter to me at all. So,

you only need to answer my questions.”

Ayan's words made Elijah lose his reservations. Elijah said, "I don't

know much about the Armstrong family. As for why Camille was sent to

Flento City to be cared for by a non-blood-related grandmother, it was

because Mrs. Armstrong found it troublesome. But she didn't want to

upset the old Simpson, so they came up with this solution. I remember

the old Simpson was a hundred percent against it at the time, but Mr.

and Mrs. Armstrong insisted, and in the end, there was no other

choice.”

"Is that all?" Ayan asked somewhat incredulously.

Elijah nodded and said, "Indeed, that's all I know. So, I'm not very sure

about the truth of the matter. If you want to know, instead of asking me,

it's more practical to ask Mr. Armstrong directly."

Ayan glanced at Elijah indifferently, not paying attention to his last

sentence. However, Ayan had obtained enough information from Elijah.

Elijah knew all that needed to be known. Ayan gave Elijah a brief look

and said, "After verifying what you said, I will have my assistant come

to take you out of here. However, once you leave this place, you can

only stay in Hance City."

Elijah nodded to show his understanding and watched as Ayan left.

Once out of prison, Ayan immediately ordered an investigation into

what Elijah had just said. Although there were no specific contact

details and addresses, after a large-scale search, they found elderly

people who had worked for the Armstrong family and had been with the

old Armstrong for many years.

Ayan's people conveyed their intentions clearly, but the other party was

very cautious. It was evident that the old Armstrong had given specific

instructions while he was still around, making it challenging to get any

information.

This also meant that Ayan's speculation was correct; there was indeed

something the Armstrong family was keeping from Camille and the

Simpson family.

As for whether the old Armstrong has talked to the old Simpson, it's still

unknown because the old Simpson is currently in the hospital. Ayan

can't push too hard, so for now, he can only gather information from

people around those old folks.

Ayan has been busy with this matter these past two days.

Since she didn't need to go to the hospital these days, Camille returned

to Franklin Bay alone and waited for Ayan to come back for dinner.

However, he hadn't shown up around nine in the evening for two

consecutive nights, and there were no calls either. It was completely

unusual.

This continued for two nights, and Camille was feeling displeased.

Ayan arrived home around ten, finding Camille sitting on the sofa with a

pillow in her arms. Ayan didn't notice anything unusual and casually

asked, "Why aren't you upstairs? Are you waiting for me?"

Camille didn't respond; her face showed her emotions, and Ayan, upon

not hearing a reply, looked over. Seeing Camille's expression wasn't

right, he walked over to her in big strides, sat beside her, and asked,

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Camille glanced at Ayan indifferently, her voice cold, "I'm not."

Alright, when a girl says 'I'm not,’ it means she is. Ayan was well aware

of this, especially when dealing with Camille. If she wasn't ignoring him

or upset, she would immediately show a lively smile upon seeing him.

Even during busy times, she would at least give him a proper look. But

now, she didn't even want to look at him.

If Ayan still hadn't noticed her anomaly, then he would be truly damn.

After Camille's indifferent response, Ayan reached out and gently held

her hand, but Camille instinctively pulled away. Her face showed

unwillingness to let him touch her.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Am I making you unhappy by coming

back late?"

Camille responded indifferently, “Why would 1?"

She showed no expression on her face, her eyes particularly cold and

indifferent, looking at Ayan with a disdainful gaze.

Ayan said, "Are you mad at me for coming back late? I've been busy

these two days, so I returned late. I didn't send you a message

because I thought you should know. Kian is not in Hance City, so I need

to handle many things personally. I didn't have time for you, and I

apologize. So, give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"

Camille looked at him indifferently, and the coldness in her eyes was

less obvious than before. Perhaps after hearing his explanation, she

didn't feel as uncomfortable. In a low voice, she said, "No need to make

it up. I don't have any issues; I'll digest it myself."

Ayan whispered, "Really, nothing wrong? If there's anything that makes

you unhappy, tell me directly. Otherwise, I might overlook your feelings.

So, please be a bit more proactive with me, okay?"

Camille didn't answer. She didn't say yes or no but continued to look at

Ayan indifferently. She asked, "So, what were you busy with today? I

called your office, and your assistant said you weren't there, and you

didn't have any business appointments today. So, where did you go?"

Camille's eyes stared straight at Ayan, carrying a sense of probing. Her

series of actions made Ayan couldn't help but smile.

Ayan said, "Are you checking on me?"