Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Chapter 830: Getting Personal

Kian went to handle Austin's affairs, and naturally, Ayan didn't mention it

to Camille. As for what happened at Norman Group, Camille hadn't

paid much attention. She had been busy with work, organizing the

illustrations, and hardly had any free time to browse online news.

Besides, Norman Group wasn't in Hance City, so only business circles

cared about it, along with the local residents and curious netizens.

So, it was normal for Camille to be unaware.

Just now, Camille suddenly remembered her discussion with Ayan

about going to Dane City during breakfast. Ayan had said they would

decide on the trip after Kian returned. So she asked what Kian was up

to.

Ayan remained composed, facing Camille, and replied, "He's dealing

with some matters. If everything goes smoothly, he should be back

tonight.”

"What is it? Is it something significant?"

She inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her.

The car had just reached the museum, and Ayan turned slightly to face

Camille, saying calmly, "What exactly are you trying to find out? Hmm?"

“I'm not trying to find out anything. I'm just curious. If it's not a big deal,

why did you send Kian personally?"

“It's not a major issue, just some trivial matters."

"Really?"

Camille clearly didn't believe it. If it wasn't anything important, Ayan

would have been honest with her. But now, he was being evasive.

That clearly meant there was something, right?

Camille couldn't help but speculate and worry, but despite thinking

about it, she couldn't be certain of what it was.

Camille pursed her lips and looked at Ayan with a probing gaze. She

whispered, “Are you hiding something from me?"

Ayan reached out, gently pinching her cheek, his warm gaze fixed on

her eyes. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he said, "If I were

really hiding something from you, what would you do?"

He smiled mischievously, and the mischievous glint in his eyes was

evident, as if he was waiting for Camille to fall into the trap he had set.

Camille didn't dare to give a direct answer to his question. Instead, she

stared at him for a while before calmly saying, "Well, if you don't want

to tell me, then I won't ask anymore.”

After saying that, Camille genuinely stopped questioning.

Seeing her obedient demeanor, Ayan couldn't help but laugh. He lifted

her chin with his hand and chuckled, "You really don't want to know?"

"Mmm, really.”

"Is this you being angry?"

Looking at her expressionless face, Ayan felt an even stronger urge to

laugh. He couldn't resist teasing her further.

Camille rolled her eyes, feeling utterly speechless. She replied

indifferently, "If you don't want to tell me, even if I manage to squeeze it

out of you, what's the point?"

Ayan said, "How would you know you can't get me to spill unless you

give it a try? Hmm?!"

Camille let out a soft snort, “Forget it. Forcing something out won't

make it sweet. If you're willing to tell me, you'll do so voluntarily. If

you're not, even if I manage to pry it out, it won't be meaningful, right?"

Ayan sensed the teasing in her words, and his smile grew wider. He

leaned in, wanting to kiss her, but Camille naturally evaded his

advances by leaning back, avoiding the kiss.

Ayan stared at her and said with a smile, "Are you really upset?"

"Not at all!" Camille shook her head and changed the topic. She asked,

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll get off the car. It's getting

late, and I don't want to be late. As the CEO, you should set a good

example and not be late. It wouldn't look good for the employees to

follow your lead."

Camille couldn't help but laugh at her own sarcastic remark. If someone

else had said those words to her, she would have been prepared to

retaliate.

But when it came to herself, she remained composed, not showing the

slightest expression on her face, just looking at Ayan indifferently.

When she mentioned getting off the car, Ayan immediately reached out

and tightly held her hand. The smile on his face vanished, leaving a hint

of seriousness. In a soft voice, he said, "I didn't mean that, and it's not

something that can't be said. I just want to wait until this matter is

resolved before telling you. There aren't any concrete results yet, so

telling you now would only cause unnecessary worry. So focus on your

work. I'll come to pick you up this afternoon, and we'll leave for Dane

City tomorrow. Let's go home early today and pack, okay?"

After listening to his sincere words, Camille decided not to press him

further.

She nodded in agreement.

But Ayan didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he said, "Can you stop

being angry then?"

“I'm not angry!"

"Really?"

"Really," Camille replied, nodding.

Then Ayan said in a casual tone, "Then give me a kiss, hmm?"

Ayan spoke as if he was shamelessly asking for a kiss. Just the thought

of his expression and what he would do next made Camille uneasy.

Her cheeks turned hot, and his warm breath seemed to linger in her

ears, making it difficult for her to calm down.

She didn't even know how she managed to walk back to the museum

and take the elevator to the meeting room floor.

She didn't encounter anyone along the way. At this time, most people

had already arrived at the meeting room. So when Camille was about

to reach the door of the meeting room, she stopped and took a deep

breath, trying to adjust her emotions and breathing before knocking on

the door to enter.

But as soon as her hand reached for the doorknob, a man's voice came

from behind her, "Cami!"

Camille instinctively looked up and saw that Preston had just walked

over from the direction of the elevator, approaching her at a leisurely

pace.

His gaze was fixed on Camille, and the two of them locked eyes for a

moment. Camille was the first to look away and said, "Mr. Baxter."

Camille's greeting was a reminder to Preston that they were currently in

the museum, where people could come and go at any time, and she

hoped he wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

Because she really didn't want any irritating trouble or topics would

arise.

Camille's attitude was clear, and Preston understood it perfectly, but he

didn't want to understand. He stopped a couple of steps away from

Camille, his gaze still fixed on her, and said, "Cami, like what I

messaged you before..."

"Mr. Baxter, it's working hours now. If you don't have any work-related

matters to discuss, I'll go in first."

After saying that, Camille turned her head to open the door. But

Preston grabbed her hand and said, "Cami, can't you listen to my

explanation? Why do you always refuse to believe me?"

Camille's face turned cold, her expression extremely unpleasant, and a

clear trace of coldness flashed in her eyes. She replied indifferently, “If

you insist on asking me why I don't believe you, even after knowing that

it would cause me trouble if someone sees us, then I can only tell you

that if you truly consider me a friend, you wouldn't make things difficult

for me, let alone pressure me like you are now.”

After saying that, Camille's expression remained cold and her face

showed a hint of chilling hostility. She squinted her eyes, and her gaze

was as sharp as a blade, filled with genuine displeasure and anger.

Preston was momentarily stunned, then sluggish for a moment. Camille

took advantage of this and pulled her hand away, pushing open the

door to the meeting room.

Preston stood there alone, motionless for a long time. His face was

frozen, and his phone rang at this moment. After a while, he took it out

and answered the call.

It was unclear what the other person said, but his expression became

increasingly solemn. Finally, he just uttered, "He's finding trouble for

himself!"