Chapter 132 Camille, don't regret it

In fact, she would like to hear Carter deny, although some pretentious,

but in the face of love people are selfish, is not it?

Camille just looked at him flatly, she didn't answer the question, but

asked, "What would it take to restart the suspended project? Is it okay

to leave the innocent Fumiko Estate out of this between us?"

Carter's face is very light, like the late-night stream, cool and bone-

chilling, the tone is also very light, but the bottom of the eyes cold

manslaughter: "No divorce, you can do whatever you want.”

"Anything?"

"Of course, after all, you are Mrs. Simpson ."

Camille laughed.

She said lightly: "Carter, you still don't know me at all, I hate the public

and private will only use the means of threat to force me, even if I have

a reluctance to this marriage, but because of your forced I will insist on

divorce."

Carter narrowed his eyes slightly, disgruntled anger flooding the bottom

of them, "Camille, are you sure?"

“If I say I'm sure, are you going to make my company disappear from

Hance City, too?"

“Probably.” He hooked his lips, his smile was cold without the slightest

ripple, but the unbridled rampant and cold intent hidden in the depths

was extremely deep: "So you think clearly in answering."

“Yes, I'm sure the divorce wasn't just talk.” Camille next second then his

words to respond, black and white eyes are even more straight stare at

him without the slightest dodge and retreat.

The two looked at each other, Carter's face was expressionless, the

bottom of his eyes were cold and shady, and his eyebrows were full of

displeasure and slight anger, he just gave her a deep look before

turning to the car and leaving.

But Camille knew exactly what the look in his eyes meant?

He told her again, "Camille, don't regret it."

But since it has come to this point, it is not her turn to regret.

Because she never wanted to change her decision to divorce.

Camille suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't

want to go back to her apartment and stay alone, and naturally she

couldn't stay at the Armstrong's villa, so she had to drive to the office,

the project was suspended, but the drawings had to be sorted out, and

she had to think of other ways to do it.

This project is different for Camille than any other. She has been

working with this project since the beginning of her pregnancy, and she

has gone through all the hard work and fatigue alone, so she really

doesn't want to give up.

Camille arrived at the office and parked her car with the intention of

getting hot milk, having rushed to the Armstrong's villa in the morning

and so far having only eaten a piece of toast to pamper her stomach.

When she passed by the cafe downstairs after buying milk, her eyes

inadvertently swept across a familiar figure of a man, and she tilted her

head to take a closer look, and it was indeed Preston.

But he was not alone, there was a woman sitting across from him.

But the woman's back is facing her, so itis not possible to see the face,

but the long hair is flowing, look should be quite beautiful.

Camille did not bother, just the corners of the mouth spread a light

smile, the heart can not help but feel a burst of relief.

Camille returned to the company office, Yessica immediately followed

in, Yessica said: "Ms. Armstrong, you know what? Just now a beautiful

woman with a good figure came to see Mr. Walker, but Mr. Walker

seems not very happy, and reminded her not to come to the company

in the future, do you know who she is ah? Is Mr. Walker's girlfriend?"

"Mr. Walker is not happy?"

"Ehhh, a little upset that she came to the office to see him, but the

pretty woman didn't seem to care very much, and then Mr. Walker went

out with her."

"How pretty is it?" Camille smiled, amused by Yessica's gossipy face.

Yessica also thought seriously, and then said: "I did not see the face,

wearing a mask and hat, but I saw her eyes, should be quite good-

looking, but I think the voice is a bit familiar, like where I have heard

before, could it be with our cooperation with the head of a company

ah?"

"You're curious to know?"

"Ms. Armstrong do you know the inside story? Can you tell me? I

promise not to tell anyone and I'll keep it a secret.” Yessica's eyes

dilated and her heart fluttered.

Camille's face changed and her words were warm: “You're so curious,

wait for Mr. Walker to come back later and ask him directly!"

“That's not good, is it?" Yessica took it seriously.

Camille helpless smile: "You enough, hurry up and go to work, in gossip

I deduct your salary.”

Yessica heard the deduction of wages immediately shut her mouth not

to ask more questions and quickly turned around and went out to start

working.

Looking at her back, Camille pursed her lips and smiled, and the gloom

in her heart seemed to be gradually dispersing.

But she was also curious, who could this woman be that Yessica

thought sounded familiar?

Is it really a client with whom the company has cooperation?

Camille shook her head and couldn't imagine who it was. Anyway, she

was happy to have Preston in a new circle.

Camille finished her milk, and then took out all the information of the

project and started to reorganize it. It had cost her more than 500

sheets of paper to suspend the project since its launch, each of which

was carefully revised by her little by little, all by her own hands, and

every step of the project was deeply remembered in her mind.

Is this really the end?

She quietly leaned back in her chair in contemplation, and a message

came in on her phone at that moment.

She looked down and read the content, the corners of her mouth

emerged from the heart of the smile, even the eyebrows were also

infected, fingertips also followed the light and fast knock down a

paragraph to reply to the past.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open and Preston walked

in, saw the scene and asked out loud, "What are you looking at so

happily?"

She looked up and met Preston's eyes: "Talking to a friend."

Preston walked over to the chair at his desk and sat down, handing

Camille another coffee from his hand on the desk, "You love it."

"Thanks." She reached out and took it, but didn't drink it, just looked at

Preston , and asked with words of concern, “I just saw you downstairs

in the cafe, is that pretty girl a friend?"

Preston's face stiffened momentarily, and his eyes flashed with shock,

but he soon looked at Camille with a gentle face: "Did you see that? I

don't have anything to do with her, I'm just an ordinary friend that I've

met a few times."

"Preston, what are you so nervous about? I didn't see her face, I just

saw the back, but I heard Yessica say it should be a beautiful girl, so I

know?"

Camille smiled at Preston with her cheek.

His expression did not move to relax, his eyebrows are also a gentle

smile emerged, the whole person is even leaned back, and just the

reaction seems to be somewhat judged by the appearance of two

people, he said: "not nervous, just do not want to cause unnecessary

misunderstanding.”

"Okay." Camille nodded and repeated the question, "So who is she? Do

I know her?"

She looked into Preston's eyes and waited for an answer.