Chapter 779 Command

Camille shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Maybe just a little tired." She

looked at Grace and asked, "Is there something going on?"

“I don't know," Grace replied. "I've asked several times but they won't

say anything. They probably want to wait for you to arrive.”

Grace led Camille into the room where Brody and Page were sitting in

the living room watching TV. When they saw Camille enter, they turned

off the television.

They exchanged glances before Brody said to Grace, "Go upstairs.”

"Why?" Grace frowned. "Is there something I can't hear?"

"Go upstairs," Brody repeated with a commanding tone.

Grace didn't look happy about it but Page quickly got up and pulled her

towards the stairs.

Then Brody turned to Camille and said coldly, as if she was a stranger:

"Have a seat."

Camille sometimes didn't understand why they invited her over if they

didn't like her.

She silently laughed inside while maintaining an amiable expression on

her face as she walked over to sit on the sofa where Ayan had sat

earlier this day.

"What's going on? Why did you ask me here?" she asked Brody and

Page calmly.

Brody asked, "What is your relationship with Ayan now? Aren't you

divorced?"

"Yes we are divorced,” Camille replied simply.

"If that's so, then why are you still close?" he asked harshly.

"What do you mean? Do you think that since we're divorced we should

keep our distance or never speak again?" She raised an eyebrow in

confusion before continuing: "Why does it matter?"

Brody's expression changed instantly: "What do you mean by that? Are

you saying I shouldn't be concerned about your personal life?"

"Why would I say that?" Camille responded calmly yet coolly without

showing any concern for his attitude towards her whatsoever.

Page couldn't help but chime in too: "Camille, if there's no intention of

you to get back together with Ayan, then please don't create

unnecessary drama which could affect the Armstrong Family.”

"Unnecessary drama?" Camile lifted up gaze meeting Page's eyes

directly.” You invited me here today just so that my private life could be

scrutinized? If so then I think it's unnecessary because both Ayan and

myself are single now. An unmarried man meets sn unmarried woman -

what's unclear about this situation?"

Camile found their behavior amusing because clearly neither one cared

how she was doing yet insisted upon meddling in matters concerning

her marriage.

Camille had always been disappointed by the Armstrong family, and

this disappointment accumulated over time until it left her completely

heartbroken.

Her relationship with Brody and Page was not deep, and the distance

and indifference she had felt from them since she was a kid meant that

she never placed all of her hopes on her parents from the beginning.

So when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she wasn't

actually very sad or upset; rather, she just didn't understand why Brody

and Page acted the way they did.

Camille's response was devoid of warmth or emotion. This made Brody

and Page unable to accept her attitude towards them, because they

saw it as rude and disrespectful - especially since they were still her

parents. How could she act this way?

Brody snorted coldly before slamming his hand down on the coffee

table with a low growl in his voice. "What do you mean? What are you

trying to say? Do you think you're so great now that you can fly away

alone? Let me tell you something, Camille: even if you become a big

name, you're still part of the Armstrongs - which means you have listen

to me when you are still a member of us."

Camille was used to Brody's emotional outbursts by now, so there was

no reaction from her end.

She sat there calmly with no emotions showing in her eyes while Brody

felt like he had punched a soft cotton ball. The powerlessness he felt

made him even more flared up.

However, instead of venting his frustrations further, he simply looked at

Camille with cold eyes before ordering: "What's going on between Ayan

lately? Are you guys living together? What has he been up to these

days?"

"We're not living together, so I don't know what exactly you mean by

“what has he been up to?" replied Camille coolly.

"Well then, find out! I want to know who Ayan is talking too lately and

what exactly is he investigating right now! You have two days tops for

finding out everything about him! And remember this: even though

there may be a chance for reconciliation between you in the future, but

right now the Armstrong Family is where your loyalty should lie! If

anything happens within The Armstrong Family then running away

won't help!"

Brody's every word was filled with threats and warnings. Camille's eyes

grew cold, her expression indifferent as water. She didn't respond to

Brody's words, only gave him a brief glance that was just as

intimidating as Ayan's. It made them feel a little timid.

Page immediately spoke up, "What kind of look is that? You can't even

do what we ask you to do now?"

Camille replied calmly, "If Ayan doesn't want anyone else to know about

his affairs, what can I find out? Do I have to monitor him 24 hours of 7

days?"

Brody snorted coldly, "You've been with him for so long and you still

can't handle this? You must give me a result on this matter. I want to

know what Ayan wants."

“If you want to know what he wants,” Camille said coolly, “then you

should tell me what you're worried about.”

Naturally Brody wouldn't say anything. He just told Camille not to

meddle in things she shouldn't and focus on hat he asked her to do -

finding out who Ayan is in contact with and why he's doing what he

does.

Camille couldn't quite make sense of it all but she didn't bother asking

for more details either. If she wanted answers, she knew where to go -

straight back to Ayan.

After Brody finished speaking, he didn't keep Camille around any

longer than necessary before saying flatly: "Alright then, you may

leave.”

The tone sounded like one used by someone dismissing an employee

who had just reported their work progress; there was no hint of

affection whatsoever, which made Camille unable help but find it funny.

She smiled wryly at Brody and Page before saying: "If there's anything

else in the future, please let Grace pass the message onto me since

neither of us really wants any contact with each other."

Before they could react or question her further she had already gotten

up from her seat and left without looking back.

There were questions from behind but naturally she wasn't going stop

or explain herself because everything that came out of her mouth was

true — if they didn't want contact with her then why come looking for her

when something happened?

It all seemed ridiculous in Camille's eyes.

As soon as she left the villa, she got into her car parked outside and

drove off immediately.

Soon enough Grace called but Camilla ignored it; instead sending a

message back: “I'm fine."

She wasn't interested in talking much nor did she wish bring up

tonight's events again; As for tasks assigned by Brody or Page, well,

those were never going happen anyway.

She had only been in the Armstrong family for half an hour, and now it

was still early as she drove slowly back to Maple Leaves Mansion.

Her mood had hit rock bottom within a day, so when she arrived at

Maple Leaves Mansion, she didn't immediately get out of the car.

Instead, she sat inside and adjusted her emotions.

Looking outside the window, Camille couldn't help but wonder: "Don't

know if Ayan has come back by now?"

He had received her message earlier today telling him that she was

going to visit the Armstrong family, but he hadn't replied yet.

Austin's words in the afternoon made her feel indescribably

uncomfortable.

Camille pursed her lips and stared blankly out of the window until she

completely calmed down before finally pushing open the car door and

getting out.

It had been almost forty minutes.

She walked into the building and took an elevator upstairs.

As soon as Camille stepped off from elevator exit, a tall figure blocked

her way. She exclaimed in surprise before looking up at him with relief

upon seeing who it was.

She asked softly: “Why are you here?"

Ayan didn't answer; he just looked down at her with his eyes fixed on

hers before asking quietly: "Why did it take you so long to come up?"