Chapter 1298: Discontent

Chapter 1298: Discontent

Ayan didn't see Camille until the second day, but she immediately

contacted her to check if she was feeling alright. However, Camille had

already adjusted her mood and had no discomfort. She just told Ayan

that she wasn't feeling well and wanted to indulge in a good meal with

Sienna.

That evening, Camille was in a good mood. After having a drink and

taking a shower, she fell asleep. Both Camille and Sienna slept in the

guest room, drawing the curtains and sleeping until late morning.

Their phones kept ringing incessantly, but they were both in such a

deep sleep that they didn't wake up. Eventually, they had to call the

villa and ask the nanny to wake them up. It was Yessica who called and

asked anxiously, "Why didn't you two answer the phone?"

"We were sleeping.”

"Are you sleeping together?"

"Yes." Camille felt a heaviness in her head and a lightness in her body.

It was probably the aftermath of drinking. She hadn't had alcohol in a

long time, and although she didn't drink much last night, she still had a

bit of a headache.

Yessica said, "Are you coming to the office today?"

"Is there something important?”

"Yes, there's a small matter. You asked me to talk to Quintus about

contacting Jenson, and it worked. Quintus actually went to see Jenson

and started working under him. Jenson's secretary told me that some of

the tasks given to him are important and easily discoverable. If Quintus

leaks any information, they will definitely find out immediately.”

"Alright, I understand,” Camille replied, raising her hand to rub her

head. She got out of bed and pulled open the curtains, letting the warm

sunlight shine through the window. It felt comfortable yet glaring.

Sienna, who was still in bed, turned over and woke up.

She stretched lazily and asked in a drowsy voice, "What time is it?"

“It's past ten," Camille responded lightly, then said to Yessica on the

phone, “Let's talk about this matter when I come to the office later!"

"Are you coming now?"

"Yes."

“Then I'll order lunch for you?"

"Okay."

"Alright, see you later.” Yessica whispered and ended the call.

Camille tilted her neck back and looked at Yessica, saying, "Don't make

me drink next time. It's really exhausting.”

Sienna felt the same way. She hadn't actually drunk much because

they were trying to conceive, just had a little sip.

After a quick wash, Sienna ran to the next room to change her clothes,

and then they both set off for the office.

As they drove out from Franklin Bay, Camille's gaze swept around,

becoming suspicious whenever she saw some ordinary cars. She

looked left and right, her face filled with caution and speculation. This

made Sienna a little nervous, so she asked, "What are you looking at?"

“I'm checking if Preston is here."

"He wouldn't be that bored, right?"

“You're wrong. He is a very boring person.” Otherwise, he wouldn't

have asked for Ayan's itinerary.

However, they didn't see any suspicious vehicles along the way. They

arrived at the company smoothly, and Camille went back to her office.

Lunchtime was still half an hour away, so Camille could attend to some

work matters.

Yessica also immediately came to the office and explained Quintus’

situation in detail again. Camille said, "Tell Jenson's secretary to keep

an eye on Quintus, especially the people he's in contact with. I need to

know all the details. If it's related to Preston, make sure to inform me as

soon as possible.”

Preston operated in the shadows, making all his moves invisible.

Camille was doing this just in case Quintus had any connection with

Preston, so she could be the first to know what Preston was planning

next.

After explaining all this, Camille's worries and speculations didn't

diminish much. Soon, lunchtime arrived. Since she arrived late, there

were still some things she needed to take care of, so everyone didn't

gather together to eat. Instead, they ate in their respective offices, busy

with their own tasks. It was at this moment that Camille's phone rang.

Her initial reaction was a slight startle, and her first thought was that it

was Preston calling. Consequently, she was a bit slow, and it wasn't

until the corner of her eye caught sight of the caller ID, which was

neither Preston's name nor a familiar number, but a name with a note.

It was a call from the Armstrong family.

Camille furrowed her brows unconsciously, setting down her fork and

wiping her hands with a tissue. Only then did she casually pick up the

fork and answer the call, putting it on speakerphone. Her voice was

cool and indifferent as she said, "Hello!"

Camille's voice was low, hoarse, and devoid of warmth.

On the other end, Page's voice sounded, equally devoid of emotion.

She asked, "Do you know where Horace went?"

Camille paused for a moment and subconsciously pursed her lips. Of

course, she denied it. She said, "I don't know. How could I possibly

know his schedule? Isn't he at Armstrong Corp? So how could I know?"

Camille certainly wouldn't tell Page about Horace's itinerary with the

Armstrong family. However, Page didn't think that much. Since she

called Camille, it meant she was entrusting this matter to Camille. She

wanted Camille to find out where Horace had gone.

Page said, "I can't reach Horace. Could he have taken off with

something from the company? How can this be? Is he doing this on

purpose? This is a complete disregard for our trust in him, a complete

irresponsibility towards Armstrong Corp!"

Faced with Page's questioning, Camille also felt a headache coming

on. These questions were not something she should be dealing with

under any circumstances.

So Camille just listened and didn't intend to respond.

But Camille's indifference triggered an outburst of emotions from Page.

Page said, "Camille, what does your indifferent attitude mean? We're

talking about Armstrong Corp now. Shouldn't you take some

responsibility?!"

Page seemed anxious, but Camille remained composed, her face cold

to the extreme.

Without any waves in her eyes, she casually asked, "What

responsibility do I have? Armstrong Corp has nothing to do with me,

right? So where does my responsibility lie?"

Camille asked casually, her words setting off an explosion from Page.

Page said, "What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? Aren't you

named Armstrong? Aren't you part of the Armstrong family? Are you

deliberately trying to create a clear distinction now? You're also a

mother now. Can't you understand anything? Why do you have to make

such a clear separation? Would you be happy if your child were like

that?"

Page aggressively continued her questioning, word by word, filled with

intense inquiry. Although they were separated by the phone, Camille

clearly felt a strong anger coming at her from afar.

However, Camille was no longer the same Camille as before. She

didn't mind at all, and she didn't care in the slightest. She even

appeared indifferent.

She put her phone on speaker and set it aside, dealing with her work

while listening to Page's complaints and dissatisfaction. Camille's

reaction remained indifferent, and she didn't respond much to Page's

words, resulting in Page doing most of the talking throughout the entire

conversation while Camille remained silent.

This conversation continued for a while until Page realized that Camille

was just placating her. That was when she completely exploded.