Chapter 1180: Taking The Blame

Chapter 1180: Taking the Blame

Camille instinctively furrowed her brows. Of course, she knew about it.

Ayan had already told her, explaining that there would be no benefits

for Preston in collaborating with Horace. Not only would he gain

nothing, but he would also face neglect from Armstrong Corp as a

result.

However, Camille believed that this matter had nothing to do with her or

the discussions she had with Preston. It was Preston's personal affair,

so why would it concern her?

Camille lightly pursed her lips and responded indifferently, “I'm not

aware. It's a Simpson Group matter, and you should know about it. I

never interfere or inquire."

Indeed, she hadn't interfered or asked about it. Ayan had informed her

voluntarily.

Based on Camille's response, Preston seemed somewhat displeased.

His voice carried a tone of disbelief and probing, "Cami, you don't know

about this? Ayan didn't mention it to you?"

"Did you specifically call to ask me about this? It's a Simpson Group

matter, and I don't think I need to care or be aware of it. Besides, it's

just a collaborative project, which is normal, right?"

"This isn't normal, Cami. Do you know that Ayan is going against me

with this? He knows very well that Horace and I are competitors, so

why would he collaborate with Horace? His actions put me in a difficult

position at Armstrong Corp. I'm almost at my wit's end now, especially

after this incident. You know what kind of people the Armstrong family

is, don't you? So, Cami, tell Ayan not to collaborate with Horace, okay?"

Preston's emotions were highly agitated, causing his words to be a bit

incoherent. It seemed that he was truly in a terrible situation at

Armstrong Corp, or else he wouldn't be this nervous and anxious.

But what did it have to do with Camille?

Camille's expression and emotions were extremely indifferent. She

silently took a deep breath, her eyes devoid of any feelings or warmth.

Her tone was also very indifferent, "Are you mistaken about something?

They have already signed the contract. If I were to tell Ayan to cancel

the collaboration at this point, do you know what kind of consequences

we would face? Are you sure you're not setting a trap for me to drag

Ayan and Simpson Group down? Furthermore, I don't have the

authority to make decisions on this matter. It's a collaboration of

Simpson Group. If it truly affects you, you can ask Horace to cancel the

collaboration, right? But why do you want me to be the bad guy? What

do I gain from it? Just a thank you from you, is that it? Preston, can you

stop being so naive?"

Camille sneered. She really didn't know where Preston found the

courage. She also didn't understand how Preston could come up with

the idea of approaching her.

Was it because she seemed more easily influenced?

Camille pressed her lips together, her facial expression unusually cold.

Without waiting for Preston to respond, she spoke again, "What about

you? Have you fulfilled what you promised me?"

Camille knew very well that Preston might not have done anything, or

perhaps he did, but she was fully aware that it was Preston's doing.

She just wanted to see how Preston would try to justify himself.

Preston was briefly taken aback by Camille's question, probably not

expecting this topic or maybe he had simply forgotten about it.

He fell silent for a moment, and Camille didn't urge him, but patiently

waited. When he regained his senses and thought about how to

respond, he spoke up, "Cami, I've been delayed by this matter for the

past few days, so..."

"Alright, I understand. Actually, I didn't really want to make you do

anything. I just wanted you to investigate this matter and clear your

name as you promised. Since you haven't started the investigation yet,

and you have too many personal matters to attend to, let's just forget

about it and move on," Camille interrupted Preston's words directly.

She was actually feeling tired and didn't want to continue cooperating

with him.

Camille's words left Preston stunned. He furrowed his brows lightly, his

expression stiff. He asked abruptly, "Cami, what do you mean?"

"No need to investigate further. Aren't you busy with your own matters

lately? So, I think there's no need to continue the investigation. After all,

it's not something important, right? Besides, I don't want to force you

into a difficult situation,” Camille explained. She genuinely felt this way

and didn't have any ulterior motives. She also believed it was

unnecessary, and it would save her from Preston repeatedly using this

as an excuse to contact her. Now that Ayan had collaborated with

Horace, it had definitively put Preston on the opposing side, so there

was even less reason to maintain contact.

She was also concerned that Preston might manipulate her into saying

something that could cause trouble for Ayan and Horace, which

wouldn't be good.

Having these thoughts in her mind, Camille became even more

determined to distance herself from Preston.

Camille's intention was too obvious, to the point where Preston clearly

noticed her alienation and coldness. He asked, "Cami, I don't feel like

you're forcing me into a difficult situation. Is it because you don't want

to help me persuade Ayan that you don't want me to continue

investigating this matter?"

Camille's face creased into a frown. She was somewhat surprised by

his words. Did she ever promise him anything?

Camille was completely stunned and didn't know what to say. She

tightly furrowed her brows, and her voice became hoarse as she said,

"Are you misunderstanding something? I've already told you, this

matter cannot be resolved with just my words. It's such an important

issue, and I can't change it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: if you

truly want to stop it, go directly to Horace or the Armstrong family."

Camille spoke faintly, and it seemed like all her patience had run out.

But Preston couldn't grasp the meaning of her words. Instead, he

thought that Camille was unwilling to help him, rather than being unable

to.

Preston kept repeating the same few sentences, which left Camille

feeling extremely helpless. In the end, she decided it was better not to

say anything at all.

Preston made an effort for a while, but Camille didn't respond much.

Eventually, he realized he didn't know what else to say, so he had to

end the call with Camille.

However, this matter was far from over for him. It had only just begun.

He told himself that as long as he tried hard enough, he could definitely

stop their collaboration. He just needed to figure out how to intervene.

Camille stood on the balcony for a while, contemplating whether or not

to tell Ayan about her conversation with Preston. After a brief silence,

she waited for Ayan to finish his tasks and return to the bedroom before

proactively saying, "Remind Horace to be a bit cautious, alright?"

Ayan naturally understood her meaning. He asked, "Worried that

Preston might resort to tactics?"

"Yes, I have that concern. He called me just now, wanting me to

dissuade you from continuing to collaborate with Armstrong Corp."

"No need to pay attention to him."

"Yes, I know." She felt somewhat guilty and lightly pursed her lips as

she continued, "Ayan, a few days ago, I contacted Preston because of

that incident online. I believed what you said and knew that he was

capable of doing such things. So, I wanted to tell him not to engage in

such senseless actions anymore. But he denied it and said he wanted

to prove his innocence. I wanted to see who he would involve this time

or who he would try to pin the blame on."

"Now, it seems like I made a mistake. I shouldn't have contacted him,

let alone given him the opportunity to fabricate things and shoot himself

in the foot."

Camille took a deep breath, and her expression became even colder

and more solemn. Her self-reflection seemed quite serious, as if a child

who had done something wrong was introspecting in front of their

parent.

Observing her every word and action, Ayan couldn't help but smile. He

asked, "Are you now reflecting on your actions with me?"

“Yes, I am reflecting, so I hope you can forgive me this once."

“Then tell me, where do you think you went wrong?"

Ayan gazed at her, and the smile on his face faded, replaced by a hint

of seriousness. It was difficult to discern the true meaning behind his

question.