Chapter 1138: Variety

Chapter 1138: Variety

Is the real meaning behind these words really like this?

Camille's lips curled into a slight smile. Since he said that, Camille

couldn't directly expose the true meaning behind his words. She just

nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I understand. Anything else you want

to instruct, Mr. Simpson?"

She tilted her head, blinking gently. Today, not only did her clothing

style undergo a significant change, but she also deliberately applied

exquisite makeup, commonly known as a natural look. It made her face

more three-dimensional, especially her eyes, seemingly capable of

enchanting anyone. Ayan couldn't control himself; he lifted her chin,

bent down, and kissed her lips passionately before leaving the office.

Ayan's actions gave the impression that if he didn't leave now, he might

never leave. Camille's cheeks instantly turned slightly red.

Camille tightly pursed her lips, her expression shy. Even after so long,

facing Ayan, she still felt her heart pounding.

Camille slightly pursed her lips, a particularly obvious smile in her eyes.

She sat on the sofa without any movement for a long time.

After a while, wearing Ayan's suit jacket, Camille stood up and walked

out of the office. Ayan didn't need Kian's company for today's meeting,

so Kian was working at his own desk.

Camille had already greeted Kian through Yessica, so she directly

spoke, "Kian, do you have time? I'd like to talk to you for a moment.”

Kian immediately consented and walked into the office.

Camille got straight to the point, "You probably know what happened,

right? I think this matter doesn't need him to know because I don't want

it to escalate, especially when Grandpa is in the hospital. If it gets big,

I'm afraid the media or someone with ill intentions will dig out Grandpa's

hospitalization, which would be detrimental to his recovery.”

"Mrs. Simpson, you're right. What do you want to do?"

"I just took a set of photos. Find a reliable media outlet and release

them.”

"Okay, I'll do it now."

"Well, thank you."

"Mrs. Simpson, it's my duty.”

Kian nodded and then left the office.

Camille sent the photos to Kian via email. They were all in high

resolution, clearly showing Camille's face. Sending them out would

undoubtedly debunk any rumors.

After Kian's operation, the photos immediately attracted a lot of

attention. Compared to the gossip reporter's photos and content, it was

clear that this was a rebuttal.

However, some eager gossip consumers still flocked to the gossip

reporter's post to ask for updates. Some couldn't wait to see how the

truth would unfold.

The gossip reporter didn't respond at all because, at this point, he was

like an ant on a hot pot, clueless. In the end, he could only make a call,

anxiously inquiring, "What should I do now? Everyone is asking me

about the follow-up. What should I do?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The other party's tone was indifferent.

The gossip reporter, of course, couldn't help but be anxious. He said,

"What should I do?"

"You don't need to respond at all. Did you name anyone? What can he

do to you?"

Hearing this, the gossip reporter realized that there might be some truth

to it.

He asked, "So, do I not need to do anything now?"

"Of course, you don't need to do anything.”

"Okay."

After this call, the gossip reporter's heart slightly eased; at least, he

wasn't as worried as before.

But he overlooked one thing. If Ayan finds out about this, will there

really be no consequences just because he didn't explicitly name

anyone?

Certainly not.

Simpson Group - Ayan finished work after the meeting. He took Camille

out for dinner since they hadn't had a solo meal outside for a long time.

Camille chose a romantic and ceremonial restaurant for this occasion,

and, of course, this scene was planned and captured in advance.

However, Camille didn't expect Ayan to discover it.

His detective ability was too strong. He directly called his bodyguard,

who was following him, and had the person ready to take photos

restrained.

He walked towards the person, and Camille hurriedly followed. Ayan

said, "Wait for me at the seat, okay? I have something to deal with."

Camille naturally froze, her expression on her face extremely unnatural.

There was a hint of worry between her eyebrows, and her gaze

followed the person held by the bodyguard. The person had been

scared speechless, and his face turned extremely pale.

Camille hastily said, "Ayan, forget it!!!"

Camille wanted him to let it go, so nothing else would happen.

However, Ayan was a very petty person, so letting it go was impossible.

Ayan held her hand and walked towards the person. He stopped in

front of the person, and his expression was extremely cold. He said,

"Who arranged for you to come?"

The person subconsciously looked at Camille. His face was somewhat

panicked. He wanted to speak but hesitated because he didn't know if

he should.

Camille lightly pursed her lips. Before she could speak, Ayan

interrupted, "Smash his things. I don't want to see any footage related

to us. Find out who he works for. I don't want to see him in this circle.”

"Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson, please don't, Mrs. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson,

lL."

Camille's eyes interrupted, and she gently pulled Ayan, saying, “I need

to talk to you."

“Later, okay?"

"Now." Camille frowned slightly, her face extremely tense. She said

lightly, "He's someone I arranged.”

After Camille said this, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ayan also frowned slightly, his expression somewhat indescribable.

He asked, "You arranged for someone to secretly photograph us? So,

the way you acted today was to be photographed deliberately?"

After Ayan finished speaking, he laughed.

A slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Tell me,

what kind of trick are you playing?"

Camille was asked like this, especially with others around, and she had

no idea how to answer.

Camille slightly pursed her lips, her expression unusually cold. She said

softly, "Can I tell you later?"

Hearing her answer, Ayan didn't continue to ask. He just gave a glance

to the two bodyguards, and then let the bodyguards take the person

away.

Camille and Ayan returned to their seats. He stared at Camille without

blinking, his voice unusually hoarse. He asked, "Speak, what's going

on?"

Camille said softly, "Actually, there's nothing. I just wanted to see how

we look under the lens of a hidden camera.”

He naturally didn't believe her answer.

So there was no sound, just silently watching her like this. Camille felt a

bit uncomfortable being looked at like that, so she raised her eyes to

meet his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking at me

like that?"