Chapter 1120: Bored

Chapter 1120: Bored

When Ayan questioned Miss Lindsey like that, she was utterly

confused. She murmured, "Mr. Simpson, it's me. Have you forgotten

me? Your secretary just informed me to come in. Mr. Simpson, we met

in Dane City. You helped me a lot, publicly defending me. Mr. Simpson,

I wanted to work at Simpson Group and stay by your side to take care

of you."

Ayan was furious, especially with the woman's words, feeling insulted.

He stood up from his office chair, squinted his eyes, and looked at her

coldly, "Don't let me repeat myself. Disappear from my sight

immediately.”

He pressed the intercom and called his male assistant, speaking with

an exceptionally cold tone, "Come in right away."

The male assistant, unaware of what had happened, hurried to the

office. He cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, what's wrong?"

Ayan looked at the assistant, his expression extremely unpleasant,

"Who is she? Get her out immediately and call security."

The assistant quickly explained, "Mr. Simpson, this Miss Lindsey insists

she's your friend. She has disturbed the front desk countless times this

morning, insisting on seeing you. The front desk called me, and since

Mrs. Simpson was also present, she instructed me to bring her up.”

"Mrs. Simpson let her in?"

"Yes." The assistant spoke cautiously, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Ayan, with a cold face, only remained silent for a brief moment before

his tone returned to being icy, “Take her away, I don't want to see her

again. Also, inform her company. If this continues, don't blame me for

being impolite.”

The assistant gestured to Miss Lindsey to leave, but she refused to go.

Looking at Ayan, she said, "Mr. Simpson, I don't mean anything else. I

know you're married, but a man like you naturally needs someone to

take care of you. Don't worry; I just want to stay by Mr. Simpson to take

care of you. I won't disturb your family or life. Mr. Simpson, please."

She started crying as she spoke, worsening Ayan's mood. His face

became even colder, and he didn't utter another word. He directed his

assistant to take Miss Lindsey out of the office.

Once the office was quiet again, Ayan picked up his phone and dialed

Camille.

When the call connected, Camille didn't say anything. Ayan's voice was

particularly deep as he said, "Come in."

His tone lacked much emotion, but the dissatisfaction in the air was

palpable.

Camille just made a low acknowledgment. Her eyes were still fixed on

the direction where the assistant had taken Miss Lindsey. She then

held the phone and walked toward Ayan's office.

In the office, there were only two people, and neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was unnaturally quiet.

Ayan walked slowly towards Camille, lifting his foot. He squinted,

looking at her with a hint of helplessness. "You let her in?"

Camille raised her eyes to meet Ayan's gaze. She didn't evade at all.

"Yes."

"So straightforward?"

"Mr. Simpson, I have to ask you. When did you meet Miss Lindsey?

Why did you let her find her way from Dane City to Hance City?"

Camille mimicked Ayan's questioning tone as she asked him this

question. The two locked eyes in a brief but unwavering standoff.

Ayan, perhaps amused by Camille's demeanor, as it was rare for her to

question him like this, found it somewhat humorous due to her recent

arrangements. He squinted his eyes, gazing at Camille with a faint

smile, and said, “I don't know this Miss Lindsey. As for why she tracked

from Dane City to Hance City, I have no idea. I only recall helping her

with a small favor in Dane City. Besides that, there's no other

connection. Kian can testify to this. If you don't believe, you can call

Kian now. We have no collusion.”

Ayan looked serious, and it didn't seem like he was lying. Camille also

believed him in this regard. She arranged for the woman to come in

because she wanted to know the relationship between Ayan and Miss

Lindsey. Why was she so persistent in finding Ayan? Was there

something going on?

However, Camille had no intention of revealing her thoughts to Ayan.

She looked at him calmly, lips lightly pursed, and spoke in a somewhat

indifferent tone, "I won't call. I never said you colluded with Kian.

Anyway, I won't ask Kian. If you've explained, then I believe you."

"Sounds a bit forced. Are you sure you don't believe me?"

“I don't.”

"Really?" Ayan pursed his lips, a faint smile on his face. He said, "If not,

why is your attitude so cold towards me now?"

Camille snorted lightly, being honest, "Because I'm not happy. I didn't

expect Mr. Simpson to attract bees just by extending a helping hand

outside. What should I do?"

Hearing her jealous words, Ayan chuckled. He gently lifted Camille's

face, looked into her eyes, and said each word deliberately, "It's my

fault. I shouldn't have casually helped. From now on, if there's anything

that needs assistance, I'l let Kian handle it. I don't want to be this Lei

Feng. As for you, you don't need to do anything. Let me handle

everything. You just need to accompany me and not be mad, okay?"

He coaxed in a soft voice, a light smile playing on his lips. After saying

this, he lightly kissed Camille's lips and added, “No being unhappy,

okay?"

Camille hummed, not really angry in the first place. However, she went

along with it, responding, "We'll see about your performance.”

Ayan laughed, then reached out to gently hold her hand and led her to

the sofa.

His morning work was almost done, allowing him some time to spend

with Camille. However, she was holding her phone, checking for

takeout options.

She asked casually, “Mr. Simpson, what do you want for lunch?"

"Secretary Armstrong can decide."

"How about we just eat something casual?"

"Sure, follow Secretary Armstrong's decision.”

He was quite obedient.

Camille pursed her lips, ordering some dishes from Darkmoor for both

of them. As it was just the two of them, she only ordered two dishes

and a soup, fearing they wouldn't be able to finish it.

After lunch, Ayan went for a meeting, leaving Camille with nothing to

do.

Before leaving for the meeting, Ayan suggested she take a nap in the

rest area. He also mentioned they would visit the old Simpson at the

hospital together in the evening.

Perhaps it was because Camille woke up too early in the morning, but

she didn't bother much. After finishing some tasks, she slipped into her

office to rest.

Camille didn't go to the office today, and of course, Sienna didn't either.

Sienna woke up naturally, rising after eleven in the morning. She

quickly freshened up, changed into some clean clothes, and then went

downstairs to have lunch alone.

Rex had already gone to the office early, leaving her alone at home

feeling somewhat bored.

After lunch, she lay by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, lost

in thought. Her phone, sitting nearby, suddenly rang.

Picking up the phone and glancing at the caller ID, even without a

contact name, she was already familiar with the number.

She squinted slightly, a hint of coldness in her eyes. Despite the

persistent ringing, she eventually answered the call.

She spoke in a low tone, "Hello?"

A deep voice quickly came from the other end, "It's me."

“I know. What's the matter?" Sienna asked in a very indifferent tone.

The other party just gave a faint smile, seemingly unaffected by her

attitude. He said, "Sienna, about last night, don't you think you owe me

an explanation?"

“I don't know what explanation you need from me. Did I do something

to cause a misunderstanding?"

"Sienna, do you think that by saying what you did last night, I have no

choice but to follow your assumptions?"

"What do you mean?" Sienna sensed the threat and underlying

meaning in his words. It made her feel uneasy and a bit panicked.

Despite her well-crafted facade, it was easy for someone to detect. She

tried to control her emotions and spoke in a low voice, "Mario, what

exactly do you want?"