Chapter 880: Delay

Chapter 880: Delay

Sienna nodded, feeling slightly relieved.

Rex also gave Camille a grateful look, and the atmosphere returned to

calm.

The three of them waited for Ayan for quite some time, but he still didn't

show up. Camille decided to call his phone. It connected quickly, but

after several rings, no one answered.

Camille thought he might be at the entrance and ignored the call, but

even after waiting for a while, he didn't appear.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression showing a hint of concern.

Ayan wasn't answering his phone.

She then dialed Kian's number directly.

Both Kian's and Ayan's phones rang, but no one answered.

Seeing this, Sienna suggested, “Let Rex try calling.”

Rex immediately made the call, but received the same result-no answer

from Ayan.

Ayan not picking up the phone made Camille worry.

They had just chatted at noon, and if something came up, he should

have informed her in advance.

Rex said, "Maybe something urgent came up at work? Why don't we

eat first and have the kitchen prepare his food for later?"

Camille nodded, and Rex got up to leave the lounge. Camille also

picked up her phone and dialed another number.

The call was quickly answered.

She introduced herself and the purpose of the call, "Hello, I'm Camille.

Is Mr. Simpson still at the company?”

She had directly dialed Ayan's assistant's office, and the person who

answered was one of Ayan's assistants, someone Camille had met

many times before.

The assistant was familiar with Camille and politely replied, "Madam,

hello. Mr. Simpson and Kian left the company together. They should be

on their way home now."

Camille furrowed her brows slightly and asked, "How long ago did they

leave?"

“It's been about forty minutes.”

"Alright, thank you."

After ending the call with Ayan's assistant, Camille's expression

remained serious. She had a feeling of unease because Ayan wouldn't

usually not answer his phone, unless something held him up.

He would at least send a text if he couldn't talk.

Camille remained silent for a long time, lost in her thoughts, without any

response. Sienna returned to the lounge and saw Camille sitting on the

couch staring at her phone in a daze. She asked, "Cami, Mr. Simpson

still hasn't answered the phone?"

"Yeah, I wonder if something happened,” Camille asked calmly.

Sienna quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll ask Rex to find out.”

Camille murmured softly, and her phone rang at that moment. It was

Kian calling, and she quickly told Sienna that she didn't need to bother

Rex and answered the call.

"Hello, Kian?"

"Mrs. Simpson, it's me."

"Where are you guys? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

"Mrs. Simpson, Mr. Simpson is dealing with some business, so he can't

answer the phone right now. He asked me to tell you that he won't be

able to have dinner with you. You can go back to Maple Leaves

Mansion after dinner and he'll come straight home after finishing up.”

Kian's tone didn't reveal any strange emotions, which gradually eased

Camille's worries and uneasiness.

Still, she asked, "What... is he dealing with? Why can't he personally

call me even once?"

“It's related to the company, so I can't say much. If you're curious, you

can ask Mr. Simpson about it when he's done.”

"Okay, I understand," Camille replied calmly.

Since Ayan was fine, she didn't continue to press for answers and

ended the call with Kian.

After hanging up, her expression remained somewhat stiff and

indifferent. She looked at Sienna with a hint of uncertainty, "Am I being

too sensitive, or is Ayan really hiding something from me?"

“I don't think it's because you're too sensitive, and I don't believe he's

intentionally hiding anything from you. It's just that you miss and care

about him so much that you start overthinking things,” Sienna said,

pulling her hand to lead her out of the lounge. “Let's have dinner. Even

if the world is falling apart, we still need to eat. Mr. Simpson is just held

up with something. Don't give me that 'l don't want to eat or drink’ look,

or I'll get angry."

Sienna guided her to the dining table, and Camille gradually calmed

down. Perhaps Sienna was right; she might have been overthinking.

Camille pursed her lips, shaking her head to keep herself calm and

stop her wild thoughts.

During the meal, the three of them ate together. Camille didn't continue

her wild thoughts, but she also didn't have much appetite.

Throughout the dinner, Sienna and Rex chatted, showing a bit of

restraint in their intimacy and interactions, probably to consider

Camille's feelings.

After finishing the meal, it was nearly nine o'clock.

Since there were no other customers in the restaurant, Sienna didn't

need to stay any longer. She offered to drop Camille off, but Camille

declined as she had driven herself there.

So, one after another, the three of them left the restaurant.

Camille drove back to Maple Leaves Mansion alone, and Ayan hadn't

returned yet.

Although she had talked to Kian on the phone, she still felt a sense of

unexplainable anxiety.

Just as Camille hesitated about whether to have Yessica contact Kian,

her phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

She furrowed her brows, subconsciously recalling Ayan's earlier

warning. Her first instinct was to think that this call was from Alicia.

After a moment's hesitation, she decided to ignore it since she could

already guess what Alicia might say.

After she hung up, the same number called again, but seeing that

nobody answered, they didn't persist.

Camille couldn't help but ask herself, where could Ayan have gone?

Why was he in such a hurry?

Had something happened?

Camille pursed her lips, unable to find any answers. Her mind felt

heavy, and she couldn't conceal her sense of melancholy.

At the same time, in Flento City, Preston had just brought Molly back to

the Walker family. He was still standing outside their home. Molly's

parents had temporarily agreed to his relationship with Molly, but with

one condition-Preston could marry Molly, but she had to sign a

document renouncing all inheritance from the Walker family, and it had

to be publicly notarized.

The intention of the Walker family's request was evident-they were

deliberately guarding against Preston, testing him.

Tonight's dinner with Molly was also for this matter, and Preston had no

objections. He was curious about Molly's decision.

Molly needed some time to think, so nothing had been decided yet.

Preston got into his car but didn't immediately drive away. Instead, he lit

a cigarette and started smoking.

Then, his phone rang again, and he saw the number on the screen. His

brows furrowed slightly, and he answered, putting it on speaker.

A gentle female voice came through the phone, "Preston? Can we talk

now?"

"Yeah, what's up?" He responded indifferently.

The woman hesitated for a moment, seemingly disappointed by his

cold response. She spoke softly, "How long will you stay in Flento

before coming to Hance?"

Preston showed no extra emotions and spoke calmly, “It's still

uncertain. What do you want to say?"

“I miss you. Can I come to Flento to be with you?" Her voice was

tender, but it also contained a touch of stubborn persistence. She

continued, "Don't you miss me at all?"

Hearing her words, Preston couldn't help but envision a face hidden in

his heart. After a brief hesitation, he agreed directly, "I'll arrange a flight

for you to come tomorrow, but I'm quite busy, so I won't be able to be

with you all the time. You'll have to entertain yourself, okay?"

"Sure, I understand. I won't disturb your work, don't worry.” The woman

happily accepted his offer and ended the call satisfiedly.

If Preston had known that this call from Zoie would cost him dearly in

the future, he probably wouldn't have agreed to Zoie coming to Flento.

However, at this moment, Preston had no such foresight. His thoughts

were simple-he could handle Molly's affairs while being with Zoie, the

surrogate. It seemed like the perfect balance.

Having just finished the call with Zoie, Preston's phone rang again.

He glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from Hance.

Nonchalantly, he pressed the answer button, "Who's calling?"