Chapter 780: Terrible

Camille pursed her lips and looked at him with a emotionless gaze.

"Did you see it?"

“It's hard not to see it, so what were you doing in the car?" he

continued to ask.

Camille pursed her lips and said, "Just sitting there bored.”

Ayan snorted and laughed. "You're not even trying to lie, so are you

planning on keeping something from me again?"

His tone was accusing her of what happened at noon, but it made

Camille think of something else subconsciously.

Camille looked up at him and said in a neither light nor heavy voice,

"What about you? Are you hiding anything from me?"

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't quite understand the

meaning behind her words.

He asked, "So what did you do at the Armstrong family just now? Or did

they say something that caused this misunderstanding between us?"

"Just a misunderstanding?" Camille smiled lightly but there was no

laughter in her eyes. She said, “It has nothing to do with the Armstrong

family. I wanted to ask this question myself. So do you want to answer

me or not?"

Camille pushed him gently with her hand before walking straight

towards the door. She lifted up her hand to verify fingerprints and

opened the door before entering together with Ayan.

She had just changed into shoes when Ayan pressed her against the

wall directly. Seeing that she was obviously unhappy with heavy

thoughts on her face, Ayan's expression also became gloomy as he

asked: "So are you unhappy because of me right now?"

"Sort of!" After all, part of it had been caused by him, so she didn't plan

on hiding anything from Ayan either.

After hearing this response from Camille, Ayan tightly furrowed his

eyebrows while speaking hoarsely: "What's wrong?"

“If I ask," Camille lightly smiled without any warmth in her voice as she

directly asked: "Is Cora still under your control?"

Ayan's face slightly stiffened while his gaze remained gentle as he

asked: "Did you meet Austin?"

He knew immediately that she must have met Austin, then whatever

Austin had told her must be true right?

Camilla pursed her lips softly and blinked. Without any temperature in

tone, she said: "So is Cora really under your control? Didn't we agree

earlier that you would handle things properly for Cora? Why keep

holding onto here like this?"

"She isn't under my control anymore. Didn't I tell you earlier that I sent

here off to a mental hospital where she has been staying all along.”

Ayan explained in a low voice, and Camille said nothing.

Ayan asked, "Don't you believe me?"

Camille said, "I don't know."

She shook her head, a little confused.

Her response made his face turn grave, too. He frowned and his voice

was deep and raspy. "I can show you if you don't believe me, but right

now Austin is watching me pretty closely, so we'll go when we get back

from Dane City, okay?"

Ayan's attitude and words were sincere, which made Camille feel

herself in a dilemma.

Should she believe him? She asked herself.

But how are they supposed to go on without trust?

Camille asks herself again and again in silence. After convincing

herself, she looked back at Ayan and said, "OK."

She didn't want to give him a hard time since he felt Austin was on his

back, so she waited until he had a schedule.

If everything is what he says it is, then she is willing to apologize for

questioning him.

But what if it's not what he says it is?

Camille bit her lip, not speaking.

But her every move fell into Ayan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand

and gently opened her lips, and looked at her with his dark eyes for a

moment, and said softly, “Is there anything else for you to be unhappy

about? If you're not happy with what I've just proposed, just let me

know. Don't keep it to yourself. Everything will work out in a way, huh?"

Camille nodded slightly, but she did not continue to talk about it.

Ayan also saw that she was avoiding it, and in his heart, he directed all

her anger and anger at Austin.

His eyes narrowed slightly out of Camille's sight with coldness and

anger, and his face was full of displeasure. Anything could be done to

him, but Camille should not be disturbed.

But now that Austin has clearly violated that, how can he let it go?

Ayan stayed with Camille for a while. He could see that she was not in

her mood. And when she finished her shower and went back to her

room to rest, he sat in the living room for a long time before leaving.

Ayan went upstairs to his apartment. He stood on the balcony of the

living room, staring into the dark night sky. He picked up his cell phone

and called Kian.

"You said Austin introduced Preston to a client he'd been working with,

right?" he whispered to Kian without emotion.

Kian didn't know why Ayan suddenly brought up this matter, but he

quickly responded, "Yes, this client has been working with the Norman

Group for many years. Austin has always been in charge of it. They

cooperate in the form of foreign trade, but in reality they do some shady

deals."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Not much, not enough to deliver a fatal blow."

“It doesn't matter. If you have it, contact the media and release these

things directly. You don't need to make it clear which company or

person it is. I just need to remind Austin that he should know what he

should and shouldn't do.”

His eyes were filled with coldness and his words also made Kian feel

his anger towards Austin.

Kian asked softly: "Mr. Simpson, will doing this make Austin

suspicious? This will also make Preston wary."

"Whatever he thinks is his business. I just need to let Austin know that

there are consequences for doing things he shouldn't be doing."

"Okay, I understand,” Kian nodded and had an idea.

Ayan's arrangement was naturally well thought out.

Kian immediately contacted Campole's media and released the news

early the next morning.

Although no one was named specifically, Austin received the message

immediately after its release; his secretary had already called him.

Austin hadn't gotten up yet when he received this news; after receiving

it though, he couldn't sleep anymore. He sat silently on the hotel bed

for a while before finally coming back around again.

He rubbed his hair absentmindedly with one hand then got out of bed,

walked over to the washroom sink where he splashed cold water on

face. He felt much more awake now .

He asked coldly: "Did you find out who did this?"

“It's from the same source as last time. Mr. Norman, isn't Ayan behind

all of this?" Jeremiah said tentatively .

Kian's face immediately turned cold upon hearing Jeremiah's words. He

narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "It must be him." It must be

Ayan who warned him because of what he said in front of Camille

yesterday.

Jeremiah asked quietly: "Mr. Norman, what should we do? Do we need

to issue a statement clarifying anything?"

“If they didn't mention the exact name, then there's nothing we need to

do about it right now. Just keep an eye on them, and contact me if

anything happens.”

"Okay," Jeremiah agreed obediently.

Austin hung up phone tightly holding onto phone, his knuckles turning

white. The veins on back of hand protruded prominently as if frozen by

chilliness. His face was shrouded by icy air.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Ayan!"

Receiving such terrible news early in the morning left Austin with no

mood for anything else. He stayed in the hotel all day, drinking heavily.

The news of Austin's staying in his house was immediately reported to

Kian by those who were watching him. Kian quickly passed the

message on to Ayan.

Kian said, "Austin should have received the news by now."

"His reaction was too strong. It must be enough to cost the entire

Norman Group,” Ayan sneered with a cold smile. "Our people don't

need to watch too closely anymore. Since it's such a big deal, let

Preston handle it!"

If he watches them too closely, Preston will become cautious and won't

be able to take his move.

Kian nodded in agreement before whispering again: "There's news

from prison. Sean went to see Elijah."

"Really?" Ayan raised an eyebrow and asked lightly: "What did they talk

about?"