Chapter 1191: Torture

Chapter 1191: Torture

Camille drove the car while responding in a nonchalant tone, almost

dismissively. However, Preston didn't notice, nor did he display any

trace of doubt. It seemed as though his thoughts were not focused on

her response, but rather on where she was at that moment.

In response to Camille's answer, Preston spoke softly, “Is there

anything wrong? I'm just a bit concerned about you. Do you need me to

accompany you?"

“No, I can handle it myself. It's not a big deal, don't worry. I'm fine. Well,

I'm busy on my end, so let's not talk right now," Camille quickly rejected

Preston's offer with a few words. She then found a quick excuse to end

the conversation with him because she was waiting for Kian's call and

didn't want to waste time on others.

Camille pressed her lips lightly, following Ayan's car until they reached

a luxurious villa. When the car came to a stop, Eileen, who was in the

driver's seat, got out of the car. She walked to the security booth,

brought the security guard out, and led him to the passenger seat. It

seemed like she was saying something to the guard. The guard tilted

his head, leaned over to look at the passenger seat, and then nodded

before lifting the barrier.

Camille was not unfamiliar with this place; it was a villa owned by Ayan.

After Ayan had selected Franklin Bay, he asked for Camille's opinion. If

she didn't like Franklin Bay, they would move to this place instead.

However, Camille felt that this place was too far from the company, so

she declined the offer.

But how did Eileen know this address?

Camille snorted lightly, waiting for Ayan's car to go far away before

driving over. The security guard was not familiar with her face, as they

didn't interact frequently. Of course, various information had to be

registered, but Camille simply revealed her identity and then pointed to

Ayan's car that had just entered, saying, "I am his wife."

The security guard's eyes immediately filled with curiosity, but due to

Ayan's status, he didn't dare to ask any further questions. He simply

nodded and lifted the barrier for Camille.

Camille drove inside and parked the car at the entrance of the villa, with

Ayan's car also present, but she parked outside while Ayan's car was in

the garage.

Sitting in the car, Camille felt a bit confused because she didn't know if

coming here was Eileen's plan or Ayan's intention. She was wavering.

Camille felt extremely conflicted and hesitant sitting in the car. During

this process, she felt tortured.

Just as she hesitated whether to go in directly or perhaps call the police

to have them go in on her behalf, Kian's call came.

Camille immediately pressed the answer button, never before had she

answered a call so swiftly.

Her voice sounded a bit anxious as she asked, "Kian, where are you?

Why didn't you answer my call earlier?"

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson. I just had a cup of tea. It was sent by Eileen

through the waiter, and I wasn't prepared, so..."

Kian understood immediately, and he anxiously replied, “What exactly

happened? How did he end up having dinner with Eileen?"

"Mrs. Simpson, you already know?" Kian sounded somewhat surprised.

Camille said, "I followed his car and arrived at the villa. It's just him and

Eileen, so it must be his intention, right?"

Kian didn't expect Camille to act so quickly, and he quickly replied,

"Mrs. Simpson, can you wait for me for a moment? I'm on my way there

now."

"So, you know where it is?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon. Can I explain to you once I arrive?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Camille abruptly ended the call and her eyes turned towards the villa.

What exactly was happening inside?

With a serious expression on her face, Camille's emotions were already

in turmoil. However, she couldn't afford to indulge in random thoughts

or make impulsive decisions.

Taking a deep breath, she repeatedly told herself to stay calm.

Kian arrived quickly, in just twenty minutes, indicating how fast he was

driving.

After parking the car, Kian got out and headed towards Camille's car.

Camille rolled down the window and looked at him indifferently, asking,

"Weren't you going to Darkmoor with him? Why did you come here with

a car?"

"I prepared a car in advance as a backup.”

"So, was this dinner his idea?"

“It was Eileen's idea. Mr. Simpson was just cooperating with her."

"What are they doing inside now?"

Camille's face remained calm, although her voice was still cold, even

though she knew Ayan was cooperating with Eileen.

Camille pursed her lips, her gaze never leaving the entrance of the

villa. Kian spoke in a lowered voice, paying close attention to Camille's

expression as he said, "Mrs. Simpson, Mr. Simpson had no choice but

to do this because Eileen is backed by Preston. There are some things

that must be faced.”

"Alright, I understand. What should we do now? Should I go back and

wait?"

"No, stay here with me." Kian glanced at his watch and whispered, "Mr.

Simpson will come out soon."

Camille didn't understand Kian's meaning, as her mind was filled with

thoughts of what Ayan was doing. She didn't dwell on Kian's words.

However, Kian suggested parking the cars to the side and listening

from there, to avoid drawing attention.

Camille cooperated and got out of the car, letting Kian drive. Her

emotions were still very low, and she didn't feel like driving or doing

anything at the moment.

Kian parked both cars under a large tree. The tree provided cover, and

being a roadside parking spot, it concealed the two cars well.

Camille sat in the car, her gaze fixed ahead. Kian, perhaps concerned

that she lacked patience, whispered, "Mrs. Simpson, please rest

assured. Mr. Simpson will be fine."

Camille's face remained calm as she said indifferently, "I'm not worried

about him. I'm just wondering, how many things have you all kept from

me?"

Camille looked at Kian, her eyes filled with a faint hint of probing.

Uncomfortable under her gaze, Kian instinctively looked away and

didn't dare to speak. Camille didn't press him further.

The atmosphere between the two fell quiet, as a police car arrived at

the entrance of the villa.

Camille was shocked, her face displaying surprise. Naturally, she

looked towards Kian and asked, "What's going on?"

"Mrs. Simpson, don't worry, Mr. Simpson is fine.” Kian replied

confidently.

Camille wasn't worried or anxious, just surprised. Why would the police

come at this time?

Ayan?

Or Eileen?