Chapter 1294: Patience

Chapter 1294: Patience

"What Mr. Tillery said, I am well aware of the capabilities and influence

of the Tillery Group, so how could I possibly underestimate them? Mr.

Tillery seems to have had too much to drink. It's better for him to go

back and rest. We can discuss work-related matters tomorrow.”

Although it was still late at night here, not even midnight yet, in foreign

countries, it would be dawn in a little while.

Ayan hadn't experienced jet lag and was grateful for waking up late

during the day. Otherwise, enduring like this would surely lead to

sudden death!

Ayan's words were already indicating to Mr. Tillery that the phone call

was coming to an end, right?

Mr. Tillery didn't say much more either. Perhaps he was really drunk

and didn't want to escalate the situation with Ayan. Although Tillery

Group was formidable, Ayan was someone he wanted to cooperate

with and utilize. He certainly couldn't afford to fall out with Ayan so

quickly. Ayan had great value to him!

Mr. Tillery hung up the phone as he wished, and then his secretary took

the phone from Ayan's hand and returned to the car. However, his

mood seemed quite bad, so he didn't even let the secretary get into the

car. He directly told the driver to leave, leaving the secretary standing

alone in the wind, dazed.

Naturally, Ayan also witnessed this scene. He exchanged a glance with

Kian, and Kian understood what he meant and got out of the car.

Kian left for about five or six minutes, then came back with Mr. Tillery's

secretary.

Kian was driving, Mr. Tillery's secretary sat in the passenger seat, and

Ayan was alone in the back seat.

Kian asked Mr. Tillery's secretary, "Where do you live? Give me the

location.”

Kian wasn't very familiar with the roads here, and this car was arranged

by Tillery Group for his convenience.

After Mr. Tillery's secretary provided the location to Kian, he remained

silent in the passenger seat without making any sound. The journey

went smoothly the whole way. It was a less crowded time, so there was

no traffic congestion.

They quickly arrived at the secretary's apartment. The area wasn't

particularly busy, and the apartment was quite ordinary, which made

Kian suddenly feel fortunate.

Compared to Simpson Group, Tillery Group naturally had greater

influence internationally, but Simpson Group's influence in the country

and in Hance City couldn't be underestimated either.

If we compare the two, Mr. Tillery, as a listed corporation, naturally had

broader business and connections than Simpson Group. However,

Simpson Group had steadily and solidly progressed step by step. Every

project they undertook was well thought out and could withstand

scrutiny. Tillery Group couldn't match that.

Especially when the secretary of a chairman of a listed corporation

lived in such an ordinary small apartment, it clearly didn't align with his

status.

But that was someone else's business, and Ayan and Kian certainly

wouldn't meddle.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Tillery's secretary, Ayan restarted the car

and returned to the hotel with Kian.

Perhaps Kian had been influenced by Yessica, as he had developed a

bit of curiosity.

He glanced at Ayan through the rearview mirror and whispered, "Mr.

Simpson, do you think Mr. Tillery's secretary could be a breakthrough?"

Ayan had originally closed his eyes, but upon hearing Kian's words, he

instinctively opened them. He squinted his eyes and looked at Kian with

a faint hint of indifference shimmering in his gaze. He didn't speak, but

he had already conveyed his thoughts.

Kian immediately closed his mouth, unsure of whether to continue

speaking. At that moment, Ayan's voice slowly resounded, as he said,

"We don't need to find someone close to him as a breakthrough. As

long as we don't reveal our intentions and what we want, Mr. Tillery

won't be able to blackmail us. Let's meet Horace tomorrow; he probably

has some news. Also, take advantage of these two days to find out if

there are any illegal aspects to the project Mr. Tillery mentioned

tonight.”

Ayan's silence and lack of response were simply because he didn't like

the project and felt that it concealed some unspeakable secrets.

However, he couldn't find any evidence to prove it. Only with evidence

could he completely convince himself to stay away from Mr. Tillery, a

businessman driven solely by self-interest. Even if he had the desired

project in his hands, he would give it up. Kian understood Ayan's

meaning and subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Back at the hotel, it was already very late. After sending a message to

Camille, Ayan went to take a shower and rest. Camille only saw the

message in the morning. By the time Ayan was resting, it was already

past four in the morning in the country. Seeing him staying up so late,

she couldn't help but worry, despite knowing there was a time

difference.

However, Camille didn't have a chance to express her concerns to

Ayan. She had already left early in the morning with Sienna to go to the

company. The second round of the design competition was tomorrow,

so Camille was busy accompanying Sienna these past few days, and

the busier she was, the more things piled up.

And now, Preston, who had received Ayan's schedule, had

disappeared for two or three days and reappeared. He immediately

called Camille, but since it was an unfamiliar number, she didn't know it

was him until she heard his voice after answering the call. Camille

subconsciously widened her eyes, her face filled with a look of fear and

concern. But she pretended to remain calm, holding her breath as she

asked, "What's the matter?"

If Preston had listened carefully, he would have noticed the obvious

trembling in Camille's voice when she asked that question. But at the

moment, Preston paid no attention to any abnormality in Camille's

voice. Instead, his mind was filled with his own thoughts and intentions.

He asked Camille, "Why hasn't Ayan shown up these past few days?"

"He caught a cold and is working from home," Camille said indifferently.

Preston clearly didn't believe her, so he instinctively asked, "He's

working from home? So he's been at home these past few days?"

“Yesterday he was at home," Camille replied, of course not revealing

that he had been at home all this time. After all, Preston had called to

ask, so she couldn't answer like that.

Preston still didn't believe her, and suspicion flashed in his eyes. In a

low voice, he said, “So he's still at home now?"

From his questioning tone, Camille could sense his doubt about the

situation. But at the same time, she also realized that he didn't know

where Ayan was at the moment. As long as he didn't know where Ayan

was, she would feel relieved. So Camille's response was calm and

composed as she said, "Yes, he's at home."

Preston still didn't believe her, but he didn't express any further doubts.

He simply asked, “If Ayan is at home, then where is Kian?"

"Kian isn't my secretary. How would I know where Kian is? Kian is

Ayan's secretary. If Ayan is working from home, then obviously Kian

wouldn't be at home with him," Camille replied impatiently, but she

couldn't afford not to answer.

The atmosphere remained tense for a while, but Preston didn't say

anything else. After ending the call, Camille immediately called her

assistant because Kian had arranged for someone to keep an eye on

Preston, and the assistant was aware of it. She asked the assistant, “Is

the person watching Preston still there? Do you know if he's made any

moves?"