Chapter 322 Backbite

Chapter 322 Backbite

Camille wrinkled her brow, she looked at the person in front of her,

obviously he was close, but she had the feeling that he was very far

away from her.

Her face was cold because she didn't know what was going on

outside?

So she had a slight doubt about Ayan's words, but all the actions and

looks that Ayan showed were telling her that the matter was not a lie.

Her silence made Ayan smile lightly, "Are you worried that something

will happen to him?"

She did not speak.

He then taunted, "A man like Preston wouldn't just die, after all, he's a

man who would do anything to escape, and he would go to great

lengths to keep himself safe."

He thin lips carelessly pursed, his eyes sunk like an abyss, not

penetrating any light, can not see the bottom, the lips are net mockery,

no temperature.

Camille's bright and beautiful face was flooded with uncomfortable

curiosity because of his gloom and doom, and she just couldn't resist

asking him, "Ayan, you minded between me and Preston like that, did

you mind because I had some unspoken relationship with him? Or is it

because you mind that I am displeased with my brief concealment of

you in this matter?"

Ayan was silent, a face gloomy to the extreme, ugly.

He narrowed his eyes and swept Camille, the latter did not hide or

avoid without the slightest flinch, the two eyes collided in the air, just

like this gazing at each other for a long time without any reaction.

The words that Preston provoked him came to his mind, and the hidden

patience of his heart was about to burst out, and when he had

suppressed it for a long time over and over again to make sure he

couldn't suppress it, he finally spoke up.

He coldly questioned, "Camille, who is your ex-boyfriend? Who is it that

you can keep your mouth shut and never forget?"

He had suspected before that it could be Preston?

But if they really are, why don't they get back together?

And because later she was detached from Preston heart of doubt

gradually less, but this time because Preston said those words,

knowing that it is provoking him, but something in the heart took root,

so it is difficult to completely and utterly remove the roots.

The atmosphere once again became frosty, and this question even

made Camille rise up in the air with a hint of unspeakable anger.

Camille laughed lightly and asked indifferently in return, "Ayan, does

this question have anything to do with what's going on right now?"

Ayan thinks she is deliberately avoiding any questions about the ex-

boyfriend who has been on her mind for years.

Ayan sneered, "Is that how you love him? Afraid of what I might do to

him if I find out anything about him?"

"Ayan, why are you always clinging to this?"

“Do you think it's just me holding on tight or have you been intentionally

avoiding it? Camille, with our baby on the way, don't you think this

matter also needs a thorough resolution?"

Ayan's attitude was insistent, and he was clearly trying to get this

straight.

But Camille won't tell him.

If he knew that the person in her heart was him, it would probably be

the most humble and inferior moment for her.

She had told herself since he filed for divorce that she would never let

him know this secret.

So she would rather be misunderstood than tell the truth.

Because there is no need for any of them.

Camille sighed silently, her expression as warm as water, and she said,

“I don't know what you mean by avoidance. If you think that one's past

is also an escape then I have nothing to say, just like when I asked you

about your relationship with Eileen, didn't you also refuse to reveal a

word to me?"

"Now say more about you, to keep me out of the loop, you've now

learned to bite back?"

"Is this a back-bite for me? Isn't it treating everyone equally? Why is it

that you don't have to tell me about your affair with Eileen, but you have

to know everything about my past?"

"It's not comparable.”

He grimaced and made his position clear again.

Camille, however, laughed helplessly, "Why isn't it comparable, isn't it

the same thing? Or is there something you and Eileen can't tell me?"

"Camille!" he shouted sternly, “The more you do this, the more it means

you still love that so-called ex-boyfriend of yours in your heart, right?"

"What about you? Are you still in love with Eileen just as much?"

Camille pressed on, following his tone and attitude.

Ayan sneered, "I already told you, I don't feel that way about Eileen."

“If you didn't, why did you spend the night together in a hotel?" She

asked in a low voice.

So far Camille only knows that “Eileen” came out of the hotel with Ayan,

but she doesn't know that it wasn't Eileen, and she doesn't know that

Eileen has issued a statement to clarify.

So all she knows is that Eileen spent the night with Ayan in a hotel and

then came out the next day to be photographed by the media.

After her words were asked, Ayan just hooked her lips and smiled, the

mockery under her eyes was heavy, but until the end she didn't say

anything else.

Ayan walked right around her and out of the room. Camille didn't go

after her, but soon heard the sound of a car engine coming from

outside the balcony.

He's gone.

So what was the purpose of his special trip over here?

Camille shook her head, her mood growing gloomier.

In fact, she and Ayan are the same person, in some things are not

willing to take the first step to bow down, two people's temperament

and character are very stubborn, enough to make each other feel their

rigid and attitude.

Camille walked to the sofa and sat down, she did not move for a long

time, a face is also as cold and clear as ice, the emotions of the heart

has not been completely calm down.

Ayan won't say what happened between him and Eileen? And why did

he spend the night in the hotel with Eileen?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

A person's imagination can make up a world, so she had to force

herself not to think any further.

Ayan asked Kian to drive him back to the hotel after he came out of the

villa.

The atmosphere was so quiet that you could only hear each other's

breathing, until the car stopped at the hotel entrance, Ayan opened his

eyes, his voice was low and spoke: "You take time to go to Flento City

in the next two days, check out Preston and Camille related to

everyone, I want to know whether they have been together or not? *

Although it had been checked before, what was found was not

thorough, so he did not believe it.

Kian immediately felt a lot of pressure and subconsciously asked, "Mr.

Simpson, will it be bad if the lady knows about it?"

"That's your business, I want results.”

Ayan was not polite, and after saying that, he had already pushed open

the car door and went down.

Kian screamed, but had no choice but to find another excuse so that

Camille could find out later.

Ayan returned to the hotel is close to 3:30, outside the sky seems to be

ready to flood white, but he did not have the slightest sense of sleep,

standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, poured a glass of

strong wine a drink, the sting of alcohol slipped through his throat

bones, leaving a painful feeling.

His deep eyes were cold and chilly, and his brow was floating with little

hostility, so he stood for a long, long time.

The following morning, everything resumed as usual.

Kian came to pick him up early in the morning and took him to Simpson

Group. Sophia also came from Hence City, and she had heard about

what happened in Hance City in the past few days, and when she saw

Ayan, she couldn't help but laugh and tease: "Why are all your rivals so

powerful? I feel that Camille's husband is much harder to be than you

as the president of Simpson Group!"

Ayan looked at her indifferently: “You are in charge of the second round

together with the Simpson Group team, so you can take this

opportunity to bond and facilitate the cooperation later."

"Are you trying to take advantage of the competition to test my

abilities?"

“You can say that if you want.” Ayan didn't have the slightest

euphemism.

Sophia was briefly speechless, then asked, "So will Camille continue to

participate in the competition?"