Chapter 750 Admitted

"Okay, it's all up to you." Preston agreed without even thinking about it.

Molly was happier than winning the lottery.

After the call ended, Preston's face was covered with a cold, cool

expression, he clutched the phone and did not put it down, but lifted the

covers and got up from the bed, went to the floor-to-ceiling window and

leaned over to look out, before entering a series of numbers long

engraved in his memory to dial.

In this process of waiting for the other side to answer, Preston's breath

is subconsciously held.

It took nearly ten seconds after the beep for the other side to pick up.

The woman's faint voice carried warmth and softness: "Hello?"

He immediately said, "Cami, it's me."

Camille certainly knows it is him, although there is no note, but this

number has been called several times, naturally there is some

impression and memory.

Camille asked in a low muffled voice, "Do you ... something wrong?"

"Cami, I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?"

"You're at the museum now, right? Let me come over and meet you, I'll

meet you at the cafe next to the museum, huh?"

"Say what you have to say, I don't want any more misunderstandings

that can be avoided." Camille was referring to the video that had come

out, and although it was now behind her and she had reminded Preston

of it the day she returned to work at the museum after it was over, he

still didn't seem to have taken it to heart, or he wouldn't be asking to

meet again now.

Camille's detachment made Preston's expectation that had appeared

on his face instantly turn into indifference after loss, and he said, "Cami,

I just have something to ask you, is it even possible that Ayan has

already controlled you to such an extent?"

"What is it that you can't ask like that?" Camille was vaguely impatient,

and as for what he said about Ayan, she just skipped it and didn't

intend to respond.

For Preston, there is probably only a little bit of the old love left.

And because she remembered how good he had been to her, Camille

didn't want to tear up the last remaining love.

Her raw voice caused Preston to narrow his eyes along with her, his

voice warm and indifferent, "Have you seen Sean?"

Camille's eyes pause as she says, "I don't understand what you mean,

Sean is your secretary, how can I not have met Sean?"

"Cami, that's not what I'm asking, Sean has been out of touch with me

for a few days now, did you see him at Ayan's hands?" Preston tested

Camille, trying to get something out of Camille, he said, "Did Ayan have

some misunderstanding about me? So he thought he could ask

something by holding Sean in his hands? If he really had that in mind,

he could have just come to me, no need to hold Sean's hand."

Camille frowned slightly as she said, somewhat helplessly, "How did

Sean's lost connection end up in Ayan's hands? Does this have

anything to do with it?"

"Cami, I am not directly to the police for your sake but hope that you

talk to Ayan to release Sean, the police will also be more or less to

Ayan, do you also do not mind?"

"He didn't do anything, what's the impact? Since Sean's been missing

for days, you might as well call the police and let them help find

someone!" Camille kindly suggested.

This comment made Preston all emotional, Preston said: "Cami why do

you always take Ayan's side? You just believe that Ayan did not do

anything? Or even if he did you are still unconditionally on his side?

Right or wrong?"

Camille got up and walked out of the conference room because there

were some things she couldn't say in front of others, and the emotions

she was holding in her heart dispersed instantly as she said, "He's my

husband, there's nothing wrong with me being on his side, is there

Preston? What's the point of this?"

The bluntness of her question made Preston speechless.

She added: “If you're asking me if Sean is in Ayan's hands or not? All I

can tell you is also only three words, I don't know, and if you don't

believe me, then you should call the police! After all, the police are fair

and impartial, and I think they will give you a satisfactory answer."

“In Hance City, Ayan's land, what else is fair just?"

"If that's what you think, then why are you calling me on this number?"

“I just want you to be fair to me." Preston's tone was low and he was a

little emotional as he said, "Cami, you stand Ayan unconditionally like

this, what about him? Is he doing the same to you? You know he

doesn't love you, why do you still insist on this, can you really not let

him go like this?"

The expression on Camille's face instantly cold down, although Preston

has been a friend for many years, but time and again meddling in her

affairs, both words and certain actions have made her feel very

stressed and dissatisfied, so her tone is not much better attitude.

She said: "If you want to think so that is it, Preston, every time you

contact me to say something is accusing me, but I want to tell you is

that this is my business, I do not want others to intervene too much,

even if I choose the wrong, then I admit it, so you do not need to

remind me again and again to let me recognize the reality, even if he

does not love me, I also admit it. *

Camille is also a very rebellious person, the more a person sways her

thoughts and decisions in such a commanding tone, the less she will

listen, moreover, she is not a child, so why always order her in such a

way of educating children?

Each time, Preston began with a kind of active peacemaking, but

eventually his words annoyed Camille and then became more and

more stagnant.

After ending the call, both Camille and Preston's faces looked very

grave and gloomy.

Camille stood in the corridor and did not return to the conference room.

The expression on her face revealed how bored she was at the

moment, she sent a message to Ayan and asked him to meet her for

lunch later.

Because Ayan didn't hide it from her, she knew very well that Sean was

in Ayan's hands, but some things were not good to say over the phone,

so she still needed to talk in person.

After finishing his work, Camille drove directly from the museum to the

Simpson Group.

The next second her car drove out of the museum parking garage, a

black car also immediately followed her car keeping a safe distance

behind her.

Camille didn't notice, but drove carefully, her mind was also organizing

the design drawings that ended in the morning. Amber, who took over

the work from Louise, is a very competent architect, which also made

everyone's work efficiency increased, without those infighting and

contradictions, everyone cooperated with each other and basically

finalized the inner composition in one morning.

Camille arrived at the Simpson Group building and Ayan came out of

the building. He didn't drive and got directly into Camille's passenger

seat.

Camille couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sorry Mr. Simpson is sitting in this

car."

Ayan responded with an indifferent face, "It's okay, the driver is you, I'm

happy to delegate myself."

Camille looked at him with a grown-up look and continued to laugh, "So

may I ask Mr. Simpson if he can now fasten his full belt and go?"

"Yes." Ayan immediately put on his seat belt, then smoothly took one of

her hands and clutched it in his: "Drive!"

Camille jerked her hand, "Let go of me, how can I drive if you don't let

go of me?"

"Not with one hand?"

"Mr. Simpson, I'm a female driver, and you're comfortable letting me

drive one-handed?"

Ayan hesitated a little, then was defeated by the three words female

driver.

With her hands free, Camille took the wheel and stepped on the gas to

drive away from the Simpson building, Camille looked at the road and

asked, "What do you want to eat?"

“You decide, I'll do as you say."

Ayan leaned back in the passenger seat, his gentle gaze fixed on

Camille for just a moment as he asked, "How was work today?"

“Thanks to you, it went well.” Camille knew that Louise's company

suddenly arranged for another person to come over must be related to

Ayan.

Ayan didn't deny it either, just smiled.

His afterimage swept a glance through the rearview mirror

inadvertently, his dark eyes instantly narrowed, a cold chill flashed

under his eyes, and said indifferently, “Drive slower!"