Chapter 858: Lack

Chapter 858: Lack

Kian was the first to react and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, I'll take them

out first and wait for you at the hotel entrance."

Ayan didn't say anything, which meant he agreed. So Kian immediately

waved his hand, signaling the others to leave in a hurry. Lingering any

longer wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.

Once the sound of the door closing was heard, Ayan stood up from his

chair and walked towards the bedroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door before entering directly.

Camille was lying in bed, wrapping herself tightly with the blanket,

which made him involuntarily curl his lips, revealing a shallow smile.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pull the

blanket, attempting to uncover the person inside. However, the person

inside held onto it tightly and refused to let go.

Ayan's voice was gentle as he asked, "What are you doing? Why are

you hiding inside? Come out, or else you'll suffocate, hmm? Okay?"

He inquired softly, each word exuding a tender warmth. However,

Camille remained unyielding.

Ayan decided to simply wrap his arms around her, along with the

blanket, and held her in his embrace. His voice grew hoarse as he

asked, "What's the matter?"

Only then did Camille show her round head, her brows furrowed in

displeasure, as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me that there were so

many people here? I must have looked... I embarrassed you, didn't 1?"

After all, he was Ayan, the esteemed CEO of Simpson Group. Kian was

one thing, but if the other people found out that Ayan's wife was such a

disheveled person, it wouldn't sound good, would it?

She pursed her lips slightly, finding it increasingly difficult to talk about

it.

But Ayan didn't care at all. He said, "You don't need to care about

anyone's gaze. As long as you're fine in my eyes, who cares what

others think, hmm?"

"But..."

“No “buts.’ Don't worry about it. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can

bribe each of them or dig up their personal information to threaten them

and force them to forget what just happened, hmm?"

Camille gave him a speechless look. There was no need for such

actions.

Seeing her silent response, Ayan smiled and then casually reminded

her, "Will you accompany me to the opening ceremony later? After it

ends, we have to return to Hance in the afternoon, okay?"

Camille nodded. After being away for several days, she truly missed

Hance.

When one stayed in a place for a long time, they would long for their

familiar city when going somewhere else.

As for accompanying him to the opening ceremony, Camille hesitated

and asked, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go to the opening

ceremony? This is your cooperation with Rapace Group, it's work.

Would it be okay for me to attend?"

"Of course it's okay. Who would dare to have any objections?"

"Not openly, but what about behind the scenes?"

"Why bother about what others think? You only need to consider my

opinion, right?" He smiled, teasingly. He put her back on the bed,

uncovered her face from the blanket, tidied her hair, and then

whispered, "After we return to Hance, you promised to make me your

real husband. It's perfectly appropriate for you to accompany me to this

opening ceremony because, in the future, as Mrs. Simpson, you'll have

to accompany me to such events, right?"

Ayan's words were traps, leading Camille step by step, but she didn't

realize the flaws in his words. She simply fell into them and remained

silent for a brief moment before accepting.

An hour later, the two of them left the hotel.

Camille didn't make any deliberate effort to dress up. She simply

applied light makeup and wore a light-colored dress she had brought

from Hance. Her appearance already leaned towards the cool and

elegant type, and with today's outfit and makeup, she looked even

more beautiful and graceful.

Hand in hand, they walked out of the hotel lobby, naturally drawing the

attention of many onlookers.

Kian drove them to the opening ceremony venue. After a journey of

nearly half an hour, they arrived. The venue was already surrounded by

numerous bodyguards, and there was also police support.

Under the escort of the bodyguards, Ayan and Camille entered the

venue. Sophia and the cooperation partners for this project had already

arrived.

Upon seeing Ayan, everyone immediately greeted him with smiles,

saying, "Mr. Simpson!"

Ayan nodded with a gentle expression and then introduced everyone

intentionally, "This is my wife, Camille.”

Everyone naturally understood Ayan's intention. After all, being able to

bring his wife to such an occasion indicated that he highly valued her. It

also informed everyone that his work allowed his wife's involvement.

Camille's position in his heart instantly became clear. Many people who

wanted to curry favor with Ayan were already planning to have their

wives establish a good relationship with Camille. After all, for one, the

words of people who are close to him are influential, especially

considering Ayan's attitude towards Camille. As long as they pleased

Camille, Ayan would certainly treat them well.

However, whether this plan would work or not remained an unknown

variable.

Ten minutes later, the opening ceremony officially began.

After the host's introduction, it was time for the representatives of the

project: Ayan, the President of Simpson Group, and Sophia, the

General Manager of Rapace Group, along with other partners, to come

on stage for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

After cutting the ribbon, Ayan passed the speech that originally

belonged to him to Sophia. Since he wouldn't be staying in Dane City

all the time, this project often required Sophia's presence to handle

matters. It was necessary to establish her authority from the beginning

so that the project could stand firm, and no one would dare challenge

her decisions and style of work.

Sophia understood Ayan's plan very well, but she still looked at him and

said, "Ayan, you know how to avoid trouble. I'll go up and give the

speech. You owe me a favor. Next time I need help, you have to step

up.”

Ayan had no intention of responding. He just glanced at her

indifferently, as if his gaze was saying that she had quite an optimistic

thought...

Pretending not to notice, Sophia continued, “If you don't speak, I'll take

it as your agreement.”

Without waiting for Ayan's response, she turned around and

immediately went up on stage.

The opening ceremony lasted for nearly two hours. After it ended,

everyone moved to the lunch gathering, which took place at the Dane

City Hotel across the street from where Camille and Ayan were staying.

Besides the meal, there was also a daytime reception.

This project received a lot of attention in Dane, and the media was also

promoting it extensively. The project had the potential to become a

landmark building in Dane in the future, so its popularity couldn't be

underestimated. The people attending the reception were influential

figures in Dane's high society.

Introduced by Sophia, Ayan met many respected individuals in Dane.

During this time, Camille naturally didn't accompany him. Instead, she

chose to rest in the lounge area for a while.

Dan approached her with a glass of juice in hand. He handed it to

Camille and sat in the vacant seat opposite her, asking, “Why are you

staying here alone? Don't you want to accompany Mr. Simpson to

socialize with others?"

Camille shook her head, saying, “I'm not interested in these things.

Talking to people is exhausting. Perhaps that's one of the main reasons

why I'm not suited for managing a company.”

Before, it had always been Preston who handled the external

connections of their business. Only when she had to step up herself did

she realize how challenging it truly was.

So she wasn't too keen on being in the spotlight, as she lacked

experience in that area. She admired Sophia for her ease and

excellence in such situations.

Camille and Dan both glanced at Sophia and Ayan among the crowd.

Dan smiled, faintly, in response to her words and said, "But with your

abilities, you don't need to socialize."

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and looked at Dan, asking, "I won't

buy it. Which one of them isn't more capable than me?"

"That's different.”

"How is it different?"

“They are capitalists, and you are an artist. They are completely in a

different league. So how can you guys be compared?" Dan smiled

lightly.