Chapter 255: Ingratiation

Was it because she was pregnant and afraid that she will be hurt?

If so, she couldn't agree even more.

After all, it was impossible for them to go out with Preston. She wouldn't

make use of his sincerity to make herself retreat, which was against her

bottom line. She didn't want to.

However, how could she know that Preston might have other

purposes?

Preston failed to convince Camille. A trace of frustration crushed his

eyes, but he looked helpless and worried.

After leaving the office, his face was cold as marble and the look in his

eyes was indifferent.

Preston looked at Sienna who was discussing the design with Yessica

and others. Then he walked over and knocked on the glass door of the

conference room. “Excuse me, Sienna, I'd like to talk with you.”

Sienna looked indifferently. “What do we have to talk about?”

“About Cami. Shall you come to my office?”

He looked at Sienna and didn’t want to be refused by her, so he

mentioned Camille.

Sienna frowned subconsciously and was stunned for a second. Then

she told Yessica, “You guys go on, let me know later.”

They went to the office and Preston closed the door. Sienna said with

some displeasure, “Don’t you want to talk about Cami? Why did you

close the door?”

“Sienna, I wonder if you have any prejudice against me. Asking myself,

I never did anything that made you uncomfortable previously.”

"You're joking. I don't quite understand what you mean.”

Sienna replied calmly. Though she spoke with a slight smile, there was

no sign of smile in her face.

Preston said lightly, “Well, let's take it as you don't. I'm here to talk to

you about Cami. I'm worried that Cami is going to be sacrificed to take

on all the responsibilities for the accident, so I want you to convince her

if she really gets into trouble, she could deny all of the things and let me

take on the responsibilities.

Sienna understood.

He was trying to convict Camille.

But it was not Camille's fault. What was Camille's crime?

Sienna looked at him. “Why do you do that?”

There was probably a legal liability once the charge was settled,

because a worker died due to the accident.

Did he love Camille so much that he wanted to keep Camille out of

trouble?

Sienna frowned slightly and looked at Preston with a puzzled look.

Preston simply replied, “Well, nothing. I just don’t want her to suffer.”

“Mr. Walker, don’t you know that Simpson Group got involved in? Ayan

is her husband. Do you think a husband would watch his wife suffer?”

“But Ayan doesn't love her.”

“It doesn’t matter whether he loves her or not. Now that she has Ayan's

baby, could he really ignore that?”

Sienna never intervened in the things between Ayan and Camille, but

she was sure that Ayan wouldn't be so cruel as to ignore Camille.

Therefore, Sienna refused Preston's request. She didn’t want to help

him.

Preston was helpless to Sienna’s words, so they parted on bad terms.

As for Simpson Group, Ayan called an emergency meeting because

public opinion had caused the company’s stock to fall.”

The executives and shareholders said, “It has to be solved as soon as

possible and cannot be dragged on. The accident has a so great

fluence on our image and stock that we can't bear.”

“I agree with that.”

Others echoed.

Ayan, who was sitting at the top seat, glanced at the people on both

sides indifferently and asked gently, “What's your solution?”

He has arranged for Kian to investigate suspicious people related to

this matter, but there were no results yet. He didn’t mention that.

The speaker replied, “Mr. Moss is in charge of the project. He has

worked for Simpson Group for a long time. I'm convinced that he is

irrelevant.”

“So, who do you think has problems?” Ayan asked with a cold glance.

The man paused briefly and continued, “The architect is also in charge

of the project. Is there something wrong with her?”

On hearing his words, the other people in the room also whispered to

each other.

They all said it was not impossible.

At the meantime, they knew that the architect was Camille, who was

Ayan'’s wife. They had marriage bonds.

Someone cautiously reminded him, “Mr. Simpson(l have an immature

suggestion. There must be someone to take on the responsibility, and it

has nothing to do with Simpson Group. I think the architect is a good

choice. Of course, we all know that the architect is your wife. She can’t

do such a thing. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding, but now we have

to give a response to the public as soon as possible. Otherwise, there

is no way to explain it!"

“Since the idea is immature, don't put it forward.” Ayan stared at him

indifferently. The chill in his eyes could freeze people to death.

After Ayan's words, everyone immediately shut up and did not dare to

speak out.

He glanced at them coldly, “So you're planning to push a woman out to

let Simpson Group retreat, right? You shift all the responsibilities on an

architect before this matter is cleared. Since you're unwilling to share

the happiness and woe with Simpson Group, you'd better get out of the

Simpson Group as soon as possible!”

That done, he kicked off the chair and got up. Without looking at them

again, Ayan walked out of the conference room directly.

Everyone looked at each other. They didn’t dare to think of it again with

their faces getting extremely sullen.

Back in the office, Ayan’s cell phone rang.

Looking at the screen, his face became gloomier, but he finally picked

up: “Hello?”

“Ayan, are you okay? I just learned the accident, because I was in the

preparation of the concert yesterday and blocked communications. I

just learned that from my agent, is there anything that I can help?”

“Well, I'm fine. There is nothing to help. Things will be cleared quickly.

Don't worry.”

Ayan'’s voice was warm, but his face looked the same.

Eileen said in a low voice, “Ayan, would the accident bring trouble to

you? Do you need me to talk to my close friends to post an Instagram

to back up Simpson Group?”

“Nope.”

“I just want to help you. Ayan, don't refuse me, okay?"

Ayan said calmly, “Eileen, this matter is not something you can solve by

sending an ins. If you really want to help me, don’t do anything,

alright?”

“Okay, I promise.” Eileen pursed her lips and said, “I shouldn't have let

anything else bother you at the moment, but I wanted to know how you

were getting on that matter? Have you got any results?”

Ayan knew exactly what she was referring to.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was expressionless, “Hance

City is so big, trying to find a man is almost like trying to find a needle in

a haystack. In addition to his appearance, can you think of anything

else? If you can think of something else, maybe it will go faster.”

“Not yet. If there is, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible.”

Eileen's voice was soft and ingratiating.

“Well, I see. Anything else? If not, I gotta go. I have a meeting to start in

a minute.”

“Well, I'll get out of your hair.”

Eileen was reluctant, but Ayan hung up before Eileen finished.

Ayan looked cold. He raised his hands to rub his temples. It seemed

that there was a chill on his eyebrows and his eyes looked as if they

were covered with crushed ice.

He didn't have extra energy to think about Eileen right now. What

mattered most was to settle the accident for Simpson Group.

He was in silence when Kian knocked on the door and came in

suddenly, “Mr. Simpson, the police have called us to come over. Would

you like to come over now or later?”