Chapter 635 Lying

Chapter 635 Lying

Instead of saying yes, Camille simply said, "What can I do for you?"

She did not show surprise, nor did she ask where he was now, but

asked him directly if there was anything wrong.

Her response was immediately heard by the other person as well, and

his voice was low as she asked, "Cami, don't you want to see me?"

Camille did not answer. Without expression, she took a silent breath,

her tone still warm, "What do you have to say?"

She had a detached attitude.

He said, "It's nothing, I just want to meet you."

“No, I don't think you have time to see me right now, and as for what

you said, all I want to know is the issue about Grandma, did you order

Eileen to do it?"

Camille had wanted to ask him directly as soon as he handed her the

contact information in which way.

But he didn't know how to speak. At this moment, since he had given

this opportunity, she naturally wouldn't miss it.

Her words were straightforward and honest, without any euphemism at

all.

He flinched slightly and asked in a low voice, "Cami, don't you believe

me?"

"Preston, you haven't answered that question for me! So what's your

answer? Did you do it?"

Camille smiled lightly, but the coldness of the words took over all the

tone. The only remaining trace of emotion was only sarcasm.

Her attitude was tinged with doubt and, beyond that, distrust of him.

He denied, "Of course not, how could I have the ability to order her!"

"So what happened to my grandmother had nothing to do with you

either, right?"

"Cami, how could I possibly go and hurt Grandma? I know Grandma is

the most important person to you and she is your family, how could I

possibly do such a thing?"

He was a little emotional, as if that was the only way Camille would

believe it.

Camille sank into a brief silence, and it took almost half a minute before

she opened her mouth, "I'm done asking what I need to ask, so if you

have anything to say, say it!"

"Cami, do you believe me?"

Is it really that important to explain this?

Ayan also asked her about it in the past two days.

But what Ayan had asked was completely different from what he was

asking at this moment.

She could not explain that feeling, but would subconsciously get the

answer. The answer flowing from the depths of the heart, without

hesitation.

But Preston's question at this moment made Camille silent.

She didn't really want to answer, so she just said, "I don't know, if you

don't have anything to say, I have work to do."

"Can you come down, Cami, I'm downstairs at the office, let's meet,

and if you think you don't believe me about Grandma's issue, I can

explain, okay?"

"No." Camille retorted lightly, "There is no need for us to meet now, and

now that you are not you, there is no need to meet, is there?"

"Cami!!!"

Camille didn't wait for him to say anything else and ended the call

directly.

She put down her phone, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling

window to look down. Because of the distance, it was not clear, but she

could still see the black car parked there, probably him.

Why did he contact her again when he clearly showed up under

another identity?

Wasn't he afraid she'd tell Ayan?

Camille's attitude towards him was ambivalent because he had helped

her a lot and had been a good friend for many years, but the suspicion

of him in her heart had not been dispelled until now, so she could not

face him with the same attitude as before, she couldn't do it.

She felt depressed, since he had already appeared with another

identity, why did he refuse to even pretend to face her? Did he really

think she could be bottomlessly tolerant, or did the matter of Grandma

really have nothing to do with him?

Camille pursed her lips, unable to find a reasonable excuse or reason

to convince herself.

Her emotions also became agitated because of her grandmother, and

her face followed with a cold expression.

The cell phone on the table suddenly rang again at that moment.

Camille then looked back. She frowned slightly, thinking it was Preston

calling again. The expression on her face was cold as ice. She went

over and picked up the phone and realized it wasn't Preston, it was

Ayan.

She froze and picked up, "Hello?"

"At the office?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Ayan got right to the point: "Did Preston come to you?"

"What do you mean? Spying on me?"

“It's not spying on you."

He was not at all shy about it either.

Camille reacted. He wasn't spying on her, he was just spying on

Preston.

But Camille also realized one thing, so Ayan knew everything from the

beginning?

Camille stared blankly, "You knew all that?"

Ayan chuckled as he said, "Tell me, did he come to you?"

"Don't you know all about it?"

“I want to hear it from you in person.” He said.

Camille's voice was emotionless as she sulked, "You just don't think I

can lie?"

“I didn't think of it that way."

"You didn't think so, but that's what you did didn't you?" She hummed

softly and said indifferently, "He did come to see me."

"So he and Benjamin are the same person, right?"

"Didn't you already confirm that?"

Ayan said low and heavy: "Yes, I have confirmed it. From the

beginning, I guessed that he would be the person in charge arranged

by Austin. I came to realize it during that meal. He said his name is

Benjamin. But a guess at the identity without any evidence is not

enough, and it is impossible to dispel the suspicion in my heart.

Besides, there can't be such a coincidence in this world."

Ayan knew even more than she thought she would, which made

Camille ask, "If you know everything, then why don't you just call the

police?"

"Why did you call the police? Isn't this more fun now?" Ayan smiled

lightly, his words filled with ridicule.

Camille didn't quite understand exactly what he meant by that, but her

mind was more or less guessing, and she asked lightly, “What are you

going to do?"

"Shut the door and beat the dog?!" Ayan's questioning tone was tinged

with a low laugh, and his voice was getting huskier: "Since he thinks he

has the ability to muddle through, how is he going to act if I don't

cooperate a little?"

"Ayan, why are you telling me so much?"

She was now in a rather contradictory position, so she didn't want to

know too much about the intentions and thoughts of Ayan and Preston.

As for herself, she just wanted to understand what happened to her

grandmother, and if this was really about Preston, she naturally

wouldn't continue to treat him as a friend, and if it had nothing to do

with him, she wouldn't interfere with his and Ayan's affairs. After all, he

did sabotage that project.

Camille's inquiry made Ayan smile gently, and he said in an extremely

soft voice: "It's not good to talk to you more about this? Do you want

me to hide everything from you?"

"You're not afraid I'll tell him?"

"You won't, just like you won't tell me what he said to you. I know how

you feel because he's your friend and has helped you a lot, so you

won't be two-faced, but you can't bear to be cruel to me either, can

you? I'm telling you just because I want you to be prepared.”

Ayan simply didn't want Camille to do things that violated her

boundaries just to be on his side. If she did, she wouldn't be Camille.

So how could Ayan be willing to make things difficult for her?

Ayan just let her know his every move, and also hoped that she would

always stay out of this matter.

Ayan added: "Well, that's it for this matter. I'll make time to deal with

Cora in the last two days. Grandpa is recovering a lot, but she should

be punished for doing something wrong and take responsibility for her

actions.”

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Will you accompany me there?" Ayan did not reply, as if he had

already made a plan and decision.

Camille also didn't go on with the question, since he had already said it,

so she would see how he would do it.