Chapter 1152: Slow Reaction

Chapter 1152: Slow Reaction

Camille nodded slightly, responding in a low voice, “I understand what

you mean. It's not that I blame myself, I just can't comprehend why he's

always like this. Does he only find satisfaction and happiness when

everyone around him is miserable?"

Ayan chuckled lightly, then calmly said, "Probably. His actions are

driven by his selfish and narrow-minded nature. It has nothing to do

with anyone else; it's his personal problem.”

Ayan had investigated this person extensively, but he still didn't feel like

he truly understood him. However, he didn't have the leisure to delve

deeply into understanding someone who was ultimately

inconsequential.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Camille's expression turned somewhat

indifferent. She asked Ayan, "What are you planning to do this time?"

He said, "Right now, I don't plan to do anything. All the evidence we

have is not enough to prove it was him. The information we found is

just related to him, and it's not sufficient to conclude that he

orchestrated everything."

"So, we can't do anything to him?"

"Of course not. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, he

hasn't shown up yet, right? When he does, there are many ways to

deal with him. So, why rush now?"

Camille nodded gently, "Yeah, I understand what you mean. I'm just a

bit worried."

"Worried about what? Worried he'll bully me?" Ayan smiled lightly, not

inquiring if Camille was worried if this matter was related to Preston and

what would happen to him. He would not tolerate any harm coming to

Preston.

After Ayan's words, Camille did not refute at all. Instead, she nodded in

agreement. She said, "I don't know what he's up to. He hasn't made

any moves for so long. Do you think he's just a figurehead, doing all

this to strengthen his position and visibility? Maybe he won't actually do

anything, just using this method to assert his dominance?"

Ayan thought carefully in response to Camille's serious tone, then said

calmly, "What you said is not entirely unreasonable. Some things might

be just like that. Whether he has a purpose or not is still unclear. We'll

have to wait until he reveals his true intentions. What do you think?"

Camille nodded again, a soft acknowledgment without further

comments.

The two didn't continue the conversation on this topic. Due to a

message from Kian, Ayan had to make a call. Concerned that Camille

might overthink, he didn't avoid the conversation but dialed Kian's

number in front of her.

Camille proactively suggested, "Shouldn't you make the call in the

study?"

Ayan countered, "Why?"

“The less I know about this matter, the better, right?"

"Aren't we a team?"

Camille couldn't help but chuckle at this. She said, "Your words make it

sound like we're bullying someone, don't they?"

“In the eyes of others, we might very well be seen as bullies," Ayan said

casually, gently holding Camille's hand. This gesture naturally implied

that he wasn't going to the study to make the call.

After the call connected, Ayan briefly chatted with Kian, inquiring about

the authenticity of the matter.

Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, I've personally investigated it. Preston did

meet that gossip reporter. Although there isn't enough evidence at the

moment, my investigation won't go wrong. Based on Preston's past

actions and behavior, it's him who did this."

Ayan remained silent, his gaze turning slightly towards Camille.

Camille's eyes seemed fixed on something, lost in her thoughts,

completely unaware of Ayan's scrutiny.

After a brief silence, Ayan spoke in a calm tone, "Since you suspect

him, keep a close eye on him. Find concrete evidence. Also, any

updates from the police?"

"Not yet," Camille responded.

“Then lead the police towards him!"

Ayan's words were cold, devoid of any emotion or ripple.

Kian quickly acknowledged with a low voice, and the call ended.

Ayan, too, couldn't put down his phone. He gently embraced Camille,

saying in a low voice, “It's getting late, let's rest, okay?"

Camille came back to her senses, nodded gently, and the two went to

rest.

However, Camille didn't sleep particularly well that night. Her mind was

preoccupied with thoughts of Preston's actions. His repeated

provocations seemed like he was stirring up trouble for no reason, akin

to a rebellious child seeking attention from his parents by behaving

obnoxiously.

In Camille's eyes, Preston seemed to fit this description perfectly.

Besides this, she couldn't think of any other possibilities. So, she spent

the entire night thinking about how to make Preston leave her and Ayan

alone, to stop him from causing trouble repeatedly. His intentional

provocations were truly vexing.

Camille barely fell asleep near dawn, and Ayan didn't disturb her. After

getting up and freshening up, he headed to the company.

Camille usually didn't have breakfast, and Ayan only ate at home when

accompanying her. This morning, Ayan left without eating, as Sienna

came over to wake Camille up.

Sienna had messaged Camille early, suggesting they go out to buy gifts

for the company's staff and design assistants. After passing the

preliminary round, it was time to reward everyone for their hard work

and lift their spirits. Sienna understood that Ayan and Camille enjoyed

their private time, so she considerately gave Camille an extra hour of

sleep.

However, even though it was past 8 AM, approaching 9 AM, Camille

hadn't responded. This was something Sienna understood. After all,

Ayan was youthful and passionate, and the two were immersed in their

world, indulging in affectionate moments. So, Sienna, being

understanding, allowed Camille to sleep an extra hour.

But by now, it was getting late, and there was still no response from

Camille. This was something Sienna couldn't bear.

After all, she had also been tired the previous night, so why drag her

heavy body out of bed so early?

Sienna couldn't resist and went to find Camille. She had sent a

message to express her gratitude to the housekeeper, knowing that

Camille was still resting. As for Ayan, he had left for the company early

in the morning.

Sienna thanked the housekeeper and then went to knock on Camille's

door. With no response, she gently pushed it open, muttering to herself,

“I'm not trying to disturb you, and I'm not trying to intrude on your

personal space. It's just that you're sleeping like a log, and I couldn't

wake you up!"

She walked into the bedroom, and as soon as one foot touched the

ground, the room suddenly lit up. Camille, lying in bed, looked towards

the door with a sleepy expression. She had heard Sienna's voice when

she knocked on the door, waking her up, but she was still a bit dazed,

causing a delayed response.

Camille heard Sienna muttering to herself and couldn't help but turn on

the light to see what Sienna was doing.

Their eyes met, and Sienna asked, "Are you awake?"

Camille made a sound of acknowledgment and asked, "What's up?"

"Looking for you. Didn't you see the message I sent?"

Camille reached for her phone and said, "Didn't see it. I slept late last

night."

“Is Mr. Simpson that impressive?" Sienna said lightly. "You two already

have a child. Take it easy. If you end up having a second one, Mr.

Simpson should be very happy, right?"