Chapter 692 Jealousy

Chapter 692 Jealousy

Preston's voice is soft and low, and his tone gives a flavor of ambiguity.

Louise was attracted by such a man, she gently pursed her lips, and

her voice was not as harsh as to Camille but full of tenderness, she

said, "Mr. Baxter, I don't mean anything else, I just want to work well

with Mr. Baxter and cooperate with Mr. Baxter's arrangement to

complete this project, because like Mr. Baxter such a good and

handsome man I think there must be many girls admire. Mr. Baxter

such an excellent and handsome man I think there must be many girls

admire, so Mr. Baxter and why take the initiative to show a person?"

Louise didn't fail to notice how gentle Preston's attitude towards Camille

was, but Camille's reaction was cold and watery, no ripples at all, she'd

seen a lot of women like that.

She thought that a man like Preston might not be able to see Camille's

mind, but she wouldn't. She wouldn't allow Camille to be complacent all

the time, and besides, she wasn't worse than Camille. If Camille was

really good, why didn't she go to a bigger company?

This can only mean one thing, Camille is just relying on her face.

Louise waited for Preston's response after her words, but the man only

laughed lightly, and his voice was inaudible: "Oh? We've only met once

and you already know so much about me?"

Louise smiled gently: "Because Mr. Baxter's every word and deed is

telling me that you are a very perfect man, I feel very honored to know

and cooperate with Mr. Baxter, I wonder if Mr. Baxter is convenient to

leave a contact for me?"

She usually contacted architects and project assistants similar to her,

although there are also company owners and directors, but generally

are very old, or general appearance, but Preston is different, he looks

handsome and gentle, not at all those she knows can be compared.

So she silently told herself that she should not miss the opportunity she

could grasp.

She finished her words and waited with an expectant face for Preston

to respond.

But the man looked at him indifferently, thin lips did not mean to speak

again, this quiet atmosphere also became a little awkward, of course,

this awkwardness only Louise alone.

Her eyes have never left Preston, and at this moment she saw the

situation is also hurried to find a complement: "Mr. Baxter, I do not

mean anything else, and will not disturb you, I am just afraid that in the

project encountered any novel ideas want to talk to you, I do not know if

it is okay?"

“Yes, how could you not?" Preston smiled lightly and took out his phone

to exchange contact information with Louise.

Louise is very happy, a face are smiling, in fact, Louise looks quite

okay, open features, body is also very good, the only drawback is

probably not refined enough, so it gives a kind of look a little bit of

earthy feeling.

The two left their contact information and Sean drove over.

Sean came down and opened the backseat door for Preston, who just

glanced at Louise and then walked right over and got in.

Louise was also quick to say, "Mr. Baxter, I didn't drive here today, I

wonder if it's convenient to give me a ride?"

Preston did not say anything, Sean knew him, this is already given the

answer, after closing the back seat door directly blocked Louise's line of

sight, tone indifferent: "Not convenient, Mr. Baxter has other work."

After that, Sean walked around the car and got in, and the car quickly

started and disappeared in front of Louise's eyes.

She stood in place for a long time, her heart was very upset, but it was

already a good start, at least got the contact information, she had this

confidence and bottom line to be able to take this man, so she would

not have to work so hard.

In the car, Sean drove and looked at Preston through the rearview

mirror, he swept another glance at the fading Louise and asked in a low

voice, "Mr. Walker, do we need to take her off this project?"

He felt that Louise was bothering Preston and wanted to clean up for

Preston.

Preston looked sideways at the car window and said in a lighter tone,

"No, it might be useful to keep her."

"Okay, just what should we do if she's offending Miss Armstrong?"

"She wouldn't dare.” Preston responded with aplomb.

As far as he was concerned, no one could bully Camille, and no one

could say a word against Camille, except, of course, himself.

Camille drove away from the hotel and took Yessica back to her place

before driving back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

She parked her car and got out of it just in time to meet Horace, who

had just returned.

The last time I contacted Horace was about the design, and it's been a

few days since then.

They nodded and greeted each other before Camille took the initiative

and asked, "Mr. Burris, have the designs been reviewed yet?"

"Well, it's been handed over to the Simpson Group and should be

ready for use after the meeting in a couple of days." Horace responded

in a light voice, Camille nodded, he followed and asked, "The design

collaboration that I mentioned to Camille before, how is Camille

considering it?"

Camille blinked, honestly, she had forgotten about it.

At this moment, she remembered only when Horace mentioned it, her

face slightly stiffened and she said somewhat unnaturally, "Mr. Burris,

would you mind if I said I forgot?"

Horace was also stunned, not expecting Camille to ask him so directly,

and even if she had forgotten, he figured she'd probably just pull some

other excuse.

Hearing Camille's answer, he also couldn't help but laugh lightly, the

coldness between his eyebrows gradually dispersed into warmth, and

he said, "So give me an answer now that you think about it?"

She: "Is Mr. Burris going to wait until the project in hand is over or

should we start preparing for a new collaboration now?"

"It should be after it's over."

“I can say yes, but I may not be able to be based there because I have

a different project ready to start right now."

"Yes." Horace was very quick to agree, in fact, he also has a designer

in hand, but more appreciate Camille's style, plus he just came to

Hance City and Armstrong Corp need to step by step slowly to get a

firm footing in order to carry out subsequent work.

The two men stood by the car and talked for about ten minutes until the

door of the black car that followed Camille into the front door of Maple

Leaves Mansion opened not far away and the man inside lost all

patience and got out of the car and slowly walked over.

His voice came before he arrived: "Why are you standing here and not

going up?"

This was said to Camille.

The sound of Camille and Horace turned to look over, his pace slowly

walked to the two, a handsome face full of tenderness, deep eyes are

also fully focused on Camille, stopping, he smoothly hold her hand

gently hold, and only then look sideways at Horace.

He said, "Mr. Burris, what a coincidence?"

Horace slightly drops his head as a greeting, followed by a response,

"Mr. Simpson, just came back and ran into Camille for a chat Armstrong

Corp has a collaboration case and wants to invite Camille to work with

them.”

Ayan nodded his head reserved look revealed a few light smiles, he

lowered his eyes to the woman beside him and softly asked, "What do

you think?"

"I promised.” Camille answered truthfully.

He did not move: "Well, that's good." Then he looked at Horace again

and asked in a lighter tone, "Mr. Burris, if you have any cooperation,

don't forget the Simpson Group, or let me have a bowl of soup to try."

Horace's expression was always light and cool, and he nodded: "Il am

naturally welcome as long as Mr. Simpson appreciates your face.”

"Then let's wish us a good cooperation in advance.” Ayan took the

initiative to reach out and shake Horace's hand.

The time is not too early, a simple exchange of pleasantries and a few

words before saying goodbye to each other to go home.

Camille was held by Ayan's hand into the floor, into the elevator he also

directly pressed his own floor, Camille saw the situation frowned and

said: "I want to go home."

"Can't you stay with me for a while? You and Horace were down there

talking for so long! Are you so mean to give me some time?" He was

full of complaints, just like a complaining woman.

He does not look as serious as usual, nor is he angry, instead there is a

kind of aggrieved unhappiness, like a child watching others have candy

to eat themselves, but do not dare to cry only to mutter and complain

about the feeling.

Camille smiled lightly and asked, "You're jealous?"