Chapter 721 - Gotcha

Chapter 721 - Gotcha

She said that people should not misunderstand Camille, but in reality,

she was afraid that people would not misunderstand Camille.

Her words were instantly edited to show that Camille is not only cold-

blooded and heartless to her own mother's family, but even does not

get along well with her colleagues who work with her because of her

status as Mrs. Simpson.

Camille instantly became the target of everyone's attacks, saying that

she is now like this and doesn't care about anyone at all because of

Ayan and the Simpson family.

Camille was driving back to Maple Leaves Mansion to find out what

Louise had misrepresented in her interview?

Her phone was also constantly calling, and there were also messages

from Sienna and Talia. Camille didn't answer the phone, picked a few of

the more important messages to reply to each other that she was fine,

and then just turned her phone off.

She sat in the car and made sure there was nothing unusual outside

before pushing the door down.

Because in addition to such a thing, certainly stare at her a lot of

people, can not guarantee that there are also gossip reporters and

some keyboard warriors squatting.

Camille did not dare to delay a moment to take the elevator directly

upstairs, when the elevator door opened, she came out from inside, her

eyes followed the moment to see the man standing in the doorway.

The man was wearing a light-colored suit, and when he heard the

movement, he also raised his eyes to look over, and when the four

eyes met, he said with a gentle gaze, "Cami."

Camille stood there, her face faintly pale, as she asked, "What brings

you here? What can I do for you?"

“I was worried about you, so I came over to see if there was anything I

could do?" His eyes did not blink as he stared at Camille, his gentle

eyes revealing endless concern as he asked, "Where is Ayan after such

a big incident? How come he didn't step in and solve it for you, leaving

you to bear so much public opinion alone? Doesn't he know you'll be in

big trouble if this goes on?"

Camille stared at Preston indifferently, his words were all accusations

against Ayan, naturally biased towards her, was holding for her, but

somehow Camille felt a hint of dislike.

She said, "Thank you for your kindness, but there's nothing I need help

with right now."

"Cami!" Preston's voice trailed off when he saw this, and he said, “It's

already this time, and you still want to talk tough with me? Ayan let you

go unattended, did he want you to get cyber-violated by netizens?

Don't you know how powerful those people's mouths are? And you

don't know that this will ruin your future. Because of this matter, there

are many gossip reporters blocking the museum today, do you even

ignore the company?"

Preston's questioning after questioning made Camille also become

silent.

Her eyes faint, a face expressionless to the extreme, but her heart is

how to think Preston did not understand, so he continued: "If you want,

by me to talk to the Armstrong family? This matter has nothing to do

with you, the Armstrong family can not force this charge to your head,

right?"

"Do you trust me so much? You should be the most clear about my

conflict with the Armstrong family, so can you be so sure that I wouldn't

do something like this? To be honest, when this matter broke out, I

myself would wonder if I did it?"

Camille hooked her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes were flooded with

meaningful look, she just looked at Preston for a moment, but her

eyebrows revealed a very cold distant.

Preston instantly tightened his brow as he said, "Because I know you're

not that kind of person, so you couldn't possibly do something like that.”

Camille did not have much reaction, the light smile on her face still

existed, she said: "I am about to disbelieve myself, how can you

believe me? You are not afraid that I really did this? After all, the

Armstrong family treated me really badly, it's normal for me to feel

revenge, isn't it?"

"Cami, I forbid you to talk about yourself like that."

"But that's the truth, so you should stop talking about believing me,

because you have no proof that I didn't do it, so what are you going to

believe me?"

Preston's arrival was a bit of a surprise to Camille, but on reflection, it

was quite normal.

He has not looked for him once or twice since his return, but each time

the two have been unhappy, and now that something so big has

happened, it is impossible for him not to take the initiative to find her.

It's just that the so-called belief in his mouth, if it was said by anyone

other than him, Camille would think it was normal, but it came from

Preston's mouth, and she didn't think it was so normal, because she

couldn't find a proper reason to convince herself, because she didn't

know why Preston believed her like that?

The conversation between the two gradually with emotion, Preston's

face also followed by a serious expression, he asked in a low voice:

"Cami, is it now no matter what I say you always have something to say

back to dislike me? Because I trust you, and because I think you are

not this kind of person, so I believe you also can not? If you have to find

a proof that you have nothing to do with you do you allow me to believe

you?"

“I didn't say that, and I don't need you to do anything.” Camille replied

faintly.

Her emotions were too cold, as cold as a lake without any ripples, as if

all the words could not provoke any reaction from her, as if she was

treating a stranger.

When such a thought overflowed in Preston's mind, the expression on

his face also suddenly cold and sullen, a pair of dark eyes dull and

colorless, slightly frowning brow floating with an emotionally unknown

hidden, he said, "Cami, need or not is your business, but to do or not to

do is my business, you can not stop me from helping you, I can not

stand by and watch Ayan treat you regardless, much less tolerate

others bullying you."

Camille also followed and frowned: "I can't stop you from doing what

you want to do, but what you do might bring me trouble, you and I are

not the same person we once were, since you are already with Molly,

keep your distance from me, even the most generous girl can't tolerate

her man getting too close to other people of the opposite sex, it's

getting late. I'm going to rest too."

Camille's eviction is obvious. She's reminding Preston for the second

time that since he's already with Molly, he should also be aware of how

much Molly used to dislike her, so it's best to keep her distance so

there's less trouble for each other.

But Preston has not moved, there is no intention to leave, Camille is

also really tired, do not want to continue to spend, she also do not

bother to pay attention to Preston, directly step diameter to go ready to

open the door to go in regardless of him.

Since he wants to stand down here, let him be.

But Camille was about to walk past him when he suddenly reached out

and grabbed Camille's wrist.

Camille subconsciously tried to pull away, but he obviously expected

this, so the force was not light, he watched Camille, he said, "Cami, I

was worried about you, afraid that you were hurt specially came here to

wait for an hour, and this is how you are indifferent to me?"

Camille blushed coldly: “Preston, isn't that a bit of a moral abduction?"

“I'm not, I just want you to be fair to me."

"Fairness? What kind of fairness do you want? What did I say wrong

that made you feel unfair?” Camille's face was expressionless, her

voice could not hear any half-emotion or temperature as she said, “I

didn't ask you to come over specially to wait for me, so I don't

understand what kind of indifference you are talking about? After all,

after what happened, I can't just smile at you, right? That way word will

probably get out that I'm going to be convicted of getting my way

again."

Every word of Camille's words revealed sarcasm, a mocking feeling

that made Preston feel incredibly unpleasant. Every pore of his body

was silently telling him that Camille just didn't want to talk to him, just

because the person was him, so she didn't want to pay attention.

The sensation made Preston's grip on her wrist increase in intensity

until Camille blushed in slight pain and said, "You're hurting me."

Preston slowly let go, but didn't mean to apologize, just questioned

unpleasantly, "You think I would tell anyone? Are you defensive

because I'm with Molly?"