Chapter 508 Is Beautiful

Chapter 508 is beautiful

The substitute driver is also stunned, just a name, like Ayan such

identity why explain to him such a small substitute driver?

The valet still hurriedly said, "Yes, Mrs. Simpson paid me for the valet,

so it's better for me to drive you back!"

Probably this Mrs. Simpson pleasing to someone, so it was not forced,

but asked how much a month the substitute driver salary? Then he

offered a price twice as high for him to work at Simpson Group.

This kind of good thing falling from the sky makes the chauffeur do not

know what to say?

But the first moment after dropping Ayan off at Hanyama Mansion, his

and Camille's wedding home, the valet went down the platform and

dialed Camille's number to express his gratitude.

Camille didn't know what she meant: "Thank me for what?"

“Thank you Mrs. Simpson and Master Simpson for giving me the

opportunity to work, from now on I am the driver for Master Simpson

and Mrs. Simpson."

The valet said the gratitude flowed, but Camille was baffled.

But this little incident didn't cross her mind until she later saw this valet

driving Ayan around in his car, and she remembered her words tonight.

After this meal, Dan headed back to Dane City, followed by the

Simpson Group's annual meeting as promised.

This year's Simpson Group annual meeting was hosted by Ayan

himself, and Ayan has set up many grand prizes. The grand prize is a

fully paid 100 square foot suite, the first prize is a million dollar luxury

car, which can of course be exchanged for cash, and even the smallest

lucky prize is a computer and travel fund starting at 10, 000.

The Simpson Group has a lot of employees, so naturally the cost is not

small.

The benefits revealed at the annual meeting have already gotten many

employees excited to join the Simpson Group.

Some company owners can't help but flirt with the idea of going to work

for the Simpson Group instead.

Since Mr. and Mrs. Bell and Mr. and Mrs. AustinCora were also in

Hance City for Christmas, Ayan invited them to the annual meeting.

The annual meeting is scheduled for two days before Christmas and

starts at 6:00 p. m. sharp.

On the morning of the conference, Ayan went back to the Simpson's

mansion and then drove to Maple Leaves Mansion, Camille's

residence.

When he arrived he dialed Camille's cell phone and he said, "Come

down, I'm downstairs."

Camille asks, "Is something wrong?"

"Come on down and talk, huh?"

He whispered.

Camille had a lot of things to do in the past two days, so she didn't pay

much attention to the Simpson Group's annual meeting, but Mrs. Bell

called her yesterday after Ayan invited Mr. and Mrs. Bell to do the

styling and makeup for the annual meeting.

Camille didn't say yes directly, but just found an excuse to avoid it for

the time being.

At this moment, when she received Ayan's call, she had probably

guessed something in her heart.

She didn't answer Ayan's words, but simply asked, "You want me to

accompany you to the annual meeting tonight?"

“You come down first, or I'll go straight up?"

Camille wrinkled her brow as he shut up and didn't answer her

question, as if he hadn't heard it.

She took a silent breath, and before she could speak, the man's voice

rang out again.

He said, "I'm downstairs with Timmy, if he cries I'm afraid I can't handle

it alone, so do you want to come down and talk about it?"

"Timmy's here?" Camille's eyes immediately twinkled off, and even her

tone carried a surprised leap of faith.

Ayan gave a low muffled sound, then heard her say, "I'll be right down.”

With it fell the beep that ended the call.

Camille immediately put on her face and put on her clothes without

changing her shoes and rushed downstairs. She realized after she

walked out the door that she should have let Ayan carry Timmy up, but

she wanted to see Timmy soon, so it didn't hurt to go down there.

Ayan, who was in the car, put down his cell phone and got out of the

car, then pulled open the back seat door and picked Timmy up out of

his safety seat.

It was Timmy's first time making a seat, but instead of any fuss, he was

curious about what he was looking at.

Ayan gently hugged him and whispered, "Your mother was happy to

hear you were here, and I guess it would have been hard to see her if

not for your blessing."

Timmy didn't know if he could understand, but he still responded with a

"babble babble babble".

The interaction between father and son was brief, and Camille saw the

two at a glance as they came out of the unit building.

She almost jogged over, with a smile on her face that Ayan hadn't seen

in a long time, gentle and revealing a few surprises.

With her eyes full of Timmy, she opened her hand towards him and

whispered, "Timmy!"

Timmy naturally knew her and couldn't stop cheering when he saw her

running, and his hands were fluttering like chicken wings.

Camille took Timmy over from Ayan and kissed Timmy's cheeks,

completely engrossed in sucking the baby without giving Ayan any

glances.

Until Ayan expressionlessly stared at the interaction between mother

and son and coughed lightly, Camille then paused the intimacy with

Timmy.

Camille asks, "Why did you bring Timmy here?"

Ayan: "He is the future heir of the Simpson family, so naturally he has

to go to the annual meeting. Grandpa and Mom and Dad have gone

over early to join the company's pioneers for the afternoon poker

game."

Camille's eyes pause slightly, his phrase Timmy is the future heir of the

Simpson family makes her ponder.

They are already divorced, so is it possible that he will only have Timmy

as a child?

Camille's heart smiled bitterly, she did not allow herself to continue

thinking about it, but responded lightly: “The annual meeting should not

be so soon, right? Timmy can be placed in my place first?"

She wants to be alone with Timmy right now.

But Ayan said, "You're going to the annual meeting with me tonight, and

Timmy's going too, and you don't want to be there with him?"

Camille thinks he's doing it on purpose, but she can't find proof.

Naturally, she ended up following him to the car, but the only advantage

was that she could accompany Timmy in the back seat.

Ayan first took Camille to the most famous styling club in Hance City,

Mrs. Bell was already waiting here, Camille then remembered that Mrs.

Bell had asked her out before, and was a little embarrassed at the

moment, but Mrs. Bell didn't seem to care at all, and after Ayan greeted

Camille, she immediately asked. "Can I hug you?"

Camille: "Sure."

Ayan handed Timmy to Mrs. Bell, and Timmy was not a stranger at all,

his sparkling eyes looking around endlessly, especially interested in the

bright lights.

Timmy was so cute and pretty that he attracted the staff in the store,

and if it wasn't for Ayan's presence, he would have wanted to go and

hug him.

An hour later, Camille also finished styling and changed into her dress.

The stylist chose a one-shoulder backless red dress for her, setting off

her ivory white skin more dazzling and delicate, extremely visual

impact.

Long black hair draped over the shoulders, palm-sized melon face

under makeup with a few charming, and usually cool and bright

difference is great.

When she appeared in front of the crowd, Mrs. Bell did not hide her

heartfelt praise: "Beautiful, really beautiful!"

Camille smiled weakly, "Thanks!"

She has not been dressed in such a grand way for a long time, a little

bit not used to it, but also attended such occasions in the past but also

quickly adapted to it.

Camille waved at Timmy, who was in Mrs. Bell's arms, and Timmy

clapped his hands and smiled in a very giving way.

Mrs. Bell said, "Timmy is all but indicating that I'm right, Ayan, don't you

think? Does Cami look good?"