Chapter 778 Negligence

Grace said, "I don't know, Mom just asked you to come back and

maybe she feels like our family hasn't been together for a long time, so

please don't refuse, okay?"

Camille fell silent for a moment and did not say anything more to

refuse.

So she was going back.

Camille immediately messaged Ayan to tell him not to come and pick

her up from work tonight as she had something else to do.

Less than half a minute after the message was sent, Ayan's called her

directly.

She answered the call and heard Ayan's gentle voice on the other end,

"Where are you going tonight? Do you need me to accompany you?"

Camille smiled and said, "There's something going on, but I don't plan

on telling you, so don't bother asking, okay?"

"Are you not going to say where you're going?"

“Um, I don't want to say. Is that okay?"

Ayan was not speaking anymore, obviously he was a little unhappy.

Camille's smile deepened at the corners of her mouth as she asked

softly, "What's wrong? You're not upset, are you?"

"Who am I to be unhappy? What more can I ask of you now that I am

no one but your suitor? When you are happy, you will give me a smile,

and when you are not happy, you will be cold to me. Of course, I dare

not say anything, and naturally I can not have any dissatisfaction, who

let me just a suitor!"

He really knew how to play pitiful.

Camille couldn't help but laugh more and more as she listened,

especially when he spoke of his pursuit in such a serious manner. It

was simply hilarious.

Camille continued to tease him, "So are you complaining to me? Do

you feel unsatisfied being my pursuer and don't want to pursue me

anymore?"

"I didn't say that.”

"But I feel like you're a little emotional. Are you upset because I didn't

tell you where I'm going tonight?"

Ayan said lightly, "No."

“That's good, so shall we see each other again tomorrow?"

She didn't forget to say "bye" before ending the call.

Camille laughed uncontrollably. It was rare for her to see Ayan lose an

argument and be left speechless, so she was very happy about it.

However, she still sent him a message telling him that she would go to

the Armstrong family tonight.

Ayan didn?? t reply, probably because he was very angry.

Camille put down her phone and continued to work. The atmosphere in

the meeting room had been particularly harmonious and friendly

recently.

Amber continued to boss Louise around to do the work as usual, and

Louise cooperated well and just occasionally argued back a few times.

Apart from that, she still finished what Amber arranged to her.

This is the work mode that Camille wants, where everyone gets along

peacefully. Since today's workload wasn't too heavy, she finished work

early. Ayan had sent her to the museum, so she didn't drive herself

here. Seeing that it was still early, she planned to go to Simpson Group

for Ayan. They could have dinner together before going to the

Armstrong family later.

Camille stood on the side of the road, waiting for her scheduled car to

arrive while glancing at her phone's location tracker. The car was only a

minute away when a white sedan pulled up beside her.

Camille tilted her head slightly and looked through the window into the

back seat of the car. The window rolled down just then and as soon as

she saw who was inside, a hint of coldness flashed across her face.

The man in the car smiled slightly with laughter in his voice: "Mrs.

Simpson, don't you recognize me?"

"What do you want?" Camille asked icily.

"Want to have some coffee together?" he replied.

“No need for that. If you have something to say, then say it," Camille

said coldly.

The man's expression turned chilly too as he spoke indifferently: “Mrs.

Simpson isn't cooperating much, so I don't know how else I should put

this.”

"Mr. Norman, if you have nothing else left unsaid then I'll be leaving

now," Camille said coolly without any warmth on her face whatsoever;

never did she expect Austin would show up here but since he managed

it obviously meant he had done some research beforehand about

where she would be located at this time.

Camille didn?? t care about what was going on with Austin, nor did she

know what happened in Campole either, let alone when Austin arrived

in Hance City himself.

Austin noticed how indifferent Camilla was towards him and his smile

faded completely from his face as he spoke with an icy tone: "Does

Mrs. Simpson know where Cora is?"

Camilla met Austin?? s gaze with an equally cold expression on hers

before replying: "Mr. Norman shouldn?? t be asking me such questions

but rather ask yourself instead! Mrs. Norman is your wife not mine, so

why would I possibly know where she is?"

"Is that so?" Austin sneered sarcastically while speaking lightly: "Since

Cora is my wife after all, then why has Mr. Simpson been keeping hold

of my wife until now? What does Mr Simpson mean by doing this? Is he

planning on turning my wife into his own?"

A chill ran down Camilla?? s spine while anger surged within causing

sharpness within eyes, which were filled with icy fury before retorting

back sharply: "What evidence does Mr. Norman possess proving Mrs.

Norman being held captive by him?"

"Do we still need proof? Since the Simpson family?? s incident and

until now, Cora has disappeared and I haven't been able to find her,"

Mr. Norman said.

"Can't find her? Isn't that your own fault, Mr. Norman?" Camille

sneered, but she felt a hint of unease in her heart.

In truth, Camille didn't pay too much attention to Cora’s situation

because Ayan had promised to handle it and since Cora had mental

health issues, she left everything up to Ayan.

So is Ayan still holding onto Cora now?

Camille frowned slightly and Austin could see the change in her

expression clearly. He was certain that Camille probably didn't know

where Cora was at the moment.

Austin went for broke again as he said: "Mrs. Simpson, if you think I'm

at fault then what about you? Mr. Simpson is your husband and your

child's father. Why does he keep holding onto his ex-girlfriend like this?

What is he thinking or does he have other intentions with her?"

Austin asked each question slowly with a smile on his face which made

Camille's expression turn cold.

The two locked eyes for a moment when suddenly Camille's phone

rang - it was the driver calling about their appointment time.

Austin noticed that she wasn't going to answer it, so he smiled faintly

again: "Mrs. Simpson, if you can?? t tolerate your husband?? s

lingering feelings for someone else, then ask Mr. Simpson where they

are hiding this person from us and send her back to me. I miss my wife,

OK?"

“If Mrs. Simpson wants to help him out, then just forget what I've said

today as being an adult means understanding one another, right?"

“I won?? t bother Mrs. Simpson anymore." Austin finished speaking

before instructing his driver to leave immediately without waiting any

longer.

Camille stood there silently with a cold look on her face while the phone

kept ringing non-stop inside of it; after nearly ten seconds passed by

slowly, she finally came back around before taking a deep breath and

answering the call.

She got into the reserved car, and the driver asked, "Simpson Group,

right?"

Camille did not speak, still looking as cold as ice. The driver pressed

the gas pedal and drove forward. Camille said, "Forget Simpson Group.

Take me to Maple Leaves Mansion."

There are also passengers who change their address temporarily, so

the driver did not ask questions, just nodded in response.

Camille went back to Maple Leaves Mansion, not looking well all the

way.

When she got back, she lay down on the sofa, unspeakably upset.

All she had on her mind was, does Ayan still keep Cora now?

Camille gave it a lot of thought, but eventually stopped thinking about it

because it was Austin's side of the story and she wanted to hear Ayan's

answer anyway.

But she was not calm enough to ask Ayan right away.

Camille didn't even eat dinner because she didn't have any appetite.

Grace called her and offered to pick her up. She refused and drove

over.

It was not too late, only about 7 p. m..

When Grace heard her car, she ran out to meet her. “I thought you

were coming over for dinner,” she said.

"I already had it." Camille got out of the car, her face pale and her voice

weak.

Grace sensed she was in a bad mood and asked, "What's wrong? Do

you feel uncomfortable?"