Chapter 906: Comeback

Chapter 906: Comeback

Much of the night was spent on it.

Afterwards, Ayan cleaned up briefly and fell asleep while holding her.

But Camille, on the other hand, remained unusually awake. She stared

at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of Ayan's breathing, his

hand lightly draped over her.

Since deciding to remarry Ayan, they were truly living together now. He

had been patient, waiting for her consent before crossing any

boundaries. But they were no longer young lovers, and there was no

need for restraint in such matters.

After all, adults had their needs. Although their remarriage was slow,

Sienna had told Camille that it was perfectly okay to enjoy themselves

without any pressure or embarrassment. Their pleasure was what

mattered most.

Given what happened just now, Camille found Sienna’s advice

surprisingly apt.

She raised her hand and gently patted her slightly flushed cheek, taking

a deep breath before finally closing her eyes to sleep.

A dreamless night passed.

The next day was a fresh start.

Ayan had Kian notify all the partners in Mr. and Mrs. Bell's project to

gather in the Simpson Group meeting room the following morning.

Kian contacted everyone, and finally, it was Preston's turn.

Kian dialed the contact number Preston had left for this project, and

Preston picked up rather quickly.

Kian explained the purpose of his call and then inquired softly, “Can Mr.

Walker attend the meeting tomorrow morning?”

“I have other matters to attend to, and I won't be able to make it to the

morning meeting. I'll personally inform Mr. Bell about this. Kian, please

convey the message to Mr. Simpson." Preston's response was cool and

collected.

Kian expressed his understanding and added, "If Mr. Walker won't be

able to attend, should we arrange for Quintus to come instead?

Tomorrow's meeting might involve signing some completion

agreements and such.”

"If that's necessary, I can join the meeting via video call. And for the

signing, electronic versions will suffice.” Preston deflected the topic of

Quintus, not affirming or denying, simply avoiding the issue altogether.

He said it like that, so Kian naturally didn't ask any further.

After contacting Preston, Kian immediately informed Ayan of Preston's

intentions. Ayan didn't say much, only advising Kian to truthfully inform

Mr. and Mrs. Bell about the situation. Whether Preston wanted to

participate in the meeting via video or through other means didn't

matter.

Ayan wasn't concerned about how Preston would arrange for this

meeting. He was more focused on Quintus's situation. He asked, "Is

there still no news about Quintus?"

"Not yet. He checked into a hotel last night and hasn't come out since.”

"Anyone of our people in that hotel?"

"Yes, everything is fine. I've looked into it, and there are no issues."

"Continue to keep an eye on him. Will Preston really let Quintus

continue idling away like this?"

Ayan smirked, and the answer was obviously no.

With everything going on, would he really allow his secretary to indulge

in leisure activities all day long?

Ayan instructed Kian to closely watch Quintus and avoid any

complacency. After all, the one in a rush should be Preston.

For Preston, caught between a rock and a hard place, he naturally

wanted to quickly obtain something about Ayan as leverage. Otherwise,

how could he make a comeback without something up his sleeve?

Ayan's speculation turned out to be correct.

Quintus had spent a day and a night without any significant activity.

However, he couldn't continue remaining inactive.

Close to lunchtime, Quintus checked out of the hotel and left.

He then took a taxi to the station and boarded a bus to a small town

near Hance City.

Throughout this journey, Ayan's people changed vehicles in batches to

tail him until they saw him enter a relatively remote apartment building.

Less than half an hour later, Quintus reappeared, but he wasn't alone

this time; he was accompanied by a woman wearing a cap.

This woman was Cora.

The people watching him snapped a photo and sent it to Kian. At first

glance, Kian confirmed it was Cora and immediately showed the photo

to Ayan.

Kian said, "Cora has shown up. She has been staying in Quintus's

hometown. It seems she now feels the timing is right to take Cora and

confront Preston!"

Ayan didn't plan to intervene at this point; doing so would only make

Cora feel more defiant.

Ayan sent Kian to observe the situation in person, to see how Quintus

intended to bring Cora to Flento “unnoticed.”

Could they possibly grow wings and fly away?

While Quintus might not have wings, Preston's influence had already

reached Hance.

Although he was in Flento, his eyes were constantly fixed on everything

in Hance, especially matters related to Ayan.

In fact, when Quintus went to pick up Cora, Preston purposely created

trouble for Ayan by distracting him. He made a direct call to Camille to

divert Ayan's attention away from Quintus.

Each time he called, Camille was hesitant to answer. She had grown

uncomfortable seeing his calls, feeling uneasy at the thought of

interacting with him.

Because she no longer knew how to get along with him.

Their relationship had become one of awkward silence, turning what

should have been pleasant interactions into uncomfortable encounters.

Camille hesitated for a while before finally answering.

Preston didn't seem to mind the delay and immediately began, "Cami,

there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you."

Preston's tone was unsure, as if he wanted to share something but

didn't know how.

Camille remained emotionally detached, her expression consistently

calm. She responded with a lack of interest, “If you think you shouldn't

tell me, then don't.”

"Cami." Preston's voice grew tense. He continued, "This matter

involves you and Ayan. I don't know if he's talked to you about it. If he

has, then maybe there's no issue. But if he's kept something from you,

deliberately hiding it, then that's not right.”

Preston's tone was protective of Camille. He was trying to convey

something, to let Camille know that Ayan was hiding something from

her, and it was serious.

Camille's reaction, however, was far from what Preston had anticipated.

Her response was nonchalant, and she countered, "Preston, if you're

so sure he's hiding something from me, then why bother calling me to

tell me?"

Her voice carried a hint of a smile, a playful tone laced with mild

mockery.

Of course, Preston wouldn't admit to ulterior motives. He continued to

frame his words in Camille's best interest, saying, "Cami, I just don't

want him to deceive you. He's playing with your emotions, exploiting

your feelings for him. He's being selfish.”

“Is that so?" Camille asked in a calm tone, "So, what exactly is this

matter?"

"Haven't you noticed anything? He went to the airport to pick someone

up, and you didn't feel anything? His associates didn't mention anything

to you?" Preston's words grew angrier with each sentence. He felt that

Ayan had hurt Camille, but he didn't realize that he himself was deeply

involved in causing that harm.

Camille continued to display minimal response to Preston's

questioning. "We each have our own things we don't share with each

other. Isn't that normal?"

"Cami, can you stop being so submissive? Ayan doesn't really care

about you. He hid Cora from you, and do you really believe he's doing it

to punish her? I'm not trying to badmouth him, I just don't want you to

be repeatedly deceived. Don't you know Eileen has returned to Hance?

Ayan arranged her accommodation, and not only that, he personally

went to the airport to pick her up. Cami, are you really okay with this?"