Chapter 691 Lost

Chapter 691 Lost

Preston said this kind of words is undoubtedly put Camille on the shelf,

in a position that everyone will hate but still have to please the surface.

This will only be troublesome for Camille's next endeavor.

But Preston didn't seem to anticipate this, he just wanted to tell

everyone that Camille is not to be provoked or offended, not to mention

that these people can't afford to talk nonsense or accuse her of being

capable.

Only for Camille to say that she doesn't need such a high profile at all.

This kind of high profile that does no good and even makes her

enemies is not only full of pressure, but also makes her feel bored.

She is a person who always likes to keep a low profile, and she is not

willing to make a splash, let alone show her face.

She just wants to do her own thing in peace and quiet.

But Camille didn't say anything, she just pursed her lips and lowered

her eyes.

Because of Preston's words, no one dared to have any opinion, the

next is to sit and prepare for dinner, Camille was arranged to sit on

Preston's left side, her other side is Yessica, Yessica came to Camille's

ear and whispered: "Cami, we have Mr. Walker to help us!"

Yessica guessed the identity of Preston, so in front of Camille she

directly called Preston Mr. Walker instead of Mr. Baxter.

Camille looked askance at her with a faint face, hummed lightly and

said indifferently, “I am not blessed to bear this kind of good."

Yessica looked at Camille in disbelief, but she didn't say anything more.

This meal to Preston mainly, we have toasted to show admiration,

Preston is also quite good to talk, in addition to just a door to the words

of everyone is also very gentle without any further anger.

After the toast, the project manager of the bidding party took the

initiative to say: "It is a kind of fate that we can gather in this project,

and we hope that you can cooperate with Mr. Baxter to complete this

project successfully. Wind Construction Company is not well known in

Hance City and has only been established for almost a year, so you

should understand what to do, right?"

The implication of these words is very obvious, clearly saying that

although the people here are working with Wind Construction

Company, the appointed company, but completely do not need to put

this small company without much strength in the eyes, all things are

listening to Preston's wishes, it is better to directly over Wind

Construction Company to work with Hance City Museum alone.

Everyone understands what this means, but for the sake of the rice

bowl, they all raised their glasses to show their loyalty, and Camille and

Yessica had to raise their glasses and clink them together.

Camille also wondered what the background of Wind Construction

Company was.

After all, to be appointed by the Hance City Museum to be in charge of

this project must have certain connections, so can it really be left out of

the picture as they say?

Camille did not voice the question in her mind, but just ate her food

quietly.

I don't know how long it took, we also drank a little wine, the

atmosphere also followed the lively up.

While everyone was laughing and chatting, Preston moved closer to

Camille and asked in a soft voice, "Why aren't you talking? What's on

your mind?"

Camille immediately tensed up her body, a face slightly stiff, the eyes

under the distant and indifferent very obvious.

She responded faintly, "Not if you have nothing to say."

Preston said: "Cami, this project is our own, you can do what you want

to do, with me in, no one dares to give you face, all according to your

ideas to do, I fully support you, you are bold to play your imagination,

as for other things I will arrange, this feeling is not back to our previous

just started the company I will arrange everything else. How well we

worked together back then? No one can match our cooperation at all,

don't you think?"

Camille frowned slightly, no expression on her face, she looked

incredulously at Preston and corrected: "This project is not ours, maybe

it's yours, but it doesn't belong to me either now or later, I'm just a

participant in this project, I hope you will stop saying such

misunderstanding-prone words too, okay? *

Camille pick words to say a clear let Preston slightly narrowed his eyes,

under the eyes overflowing with a faint warm indifference, but he did

not flare up, only whispered: "Cami, are you afraid of others

misunderstanding or afraid of him misunderstanding?"

Camille didn't say anything, a question she didn't even want to answer.

But Preston decided that Camille was able to leave him because of

Ayan. He put all his grievances on Ayan, he felt that Ayan was

deliberately provoking his relationship with Camille and did not want

Camille's relationship with him to go back to what it was before. If it

wasn't for Ayan, he and Camille would have gotten together a long time

ago.

He controlled his inner discontent and remained gentle in his tone and

manner with Camille, saying, "It's just a job, he can't help you, but he

can't stop you, Cami, you can't lose yourself because of him, can you?"

Camille looked at him lightly, did not explain anything, just smiled: "If I

really lost myself because of him can not help it, right?"

"Cami!" Preston's face suddenly froze and his voice flooded with

rawness, "Is he really that important?”

“I guess so!" Camille didn't want to explain, let alone deny, instead she

went along with him as she said, "After all, he and I are married, and

that's probably all we can do in this life without changing anything."

"How can't you change? I can help you if you want, if you want."

"Help me? Help me with what?"

“If you want to divorce him, I'll help you, help you leave him, Cami, if

you ask, huh?"

Preston seemed slightly agitated, his dark eyes fixed on Camille in

anticipation of her answer.

But Camille just smiled fearlessly and said, "No, that's it. After all, we

even have a baby, so I don't want to change things."

“If Ayan is not the same Ayan now, are you willing to stay with him?"

Preston was slightly emotional and the words came out of his heart, but

because of the crowd, his voice and tone were suppressed and

suppressed.

Camille frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean he's not

who he is now? Can't a person change?"

Preston's face was stony, with many complex emotions flashing under

his eyes, but he did not explain, let alone answer Camille's words.

He said, "Cami, sooner or later you will see it."

Having said that, he had gotten up, and because he didn't want Camille

to pursue him, he hurriedly got up and left the booth.

Camille sat there for a long time, Preston's words repeating themselves

over and over in her head, and the more she thought about it, the more

uneasy she became.

What exactly is Preston implying?

Even Ayan still hasn't figured out what the purpose of what he did was?

Is he hiding too deep or is there something else going on?

Probably because he was afraid that Camille would continue to ask

questions, Preston returned to the box again has not sat back to the

table, he rested on a side sofa for a while, and then briefly chatted a

few words about the project.

The project was scheduled to meet at the Hance City Museum office in

three days, and the work was to be completed at a specific location.

This way, the work is protected from leakage.

After talking about things, everyone dispersed one after another.

Camille drove over with Yessica, so she left first.

After seeing Camille leave, Preston had also asked Sean to drive.

While waiting for Sean to drive over, Louise asked her assistant to wait

for her at the same place and she took the initiative to walk up to

Preston: "Mr. Baxter, there are too many people tonight and I didn't

have a chance to talk to you alone, so I hope Mr. Baxter can take care

of me in the future. I hope Mr. Baxter can take more care of you in the

future, and I will do my best to make all of Mr. Baxter's arrangements.”

She gazed at the handsome man in front of her, excluding the words at

the beginning she felt that Preston was a very gentle person, so her

heart could not help but have some other thoughts and ideas.

Preston raised his eyes and gave her a faint sweep, followed by a

meaningful smile between his eyebrows: "Care? What kind of care do

you want?"