My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: Compromise

Ayan stared at Brody, showing no fear or hesitation in response to his words. There was no hint of emotion in Ayan's eyes; he seemed to have complete control over the situation. Facing this Ayan, Brody's expression grew even colder, and he realized that he had little chance of winning against him.

Brody remained silent, and Ayan raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly. "Mr. Armstrong, have you considered my proposal? Would you like to do as I suggested?"

Page looked worriedly at Brody and whispered, "What should we do?"

Brody continued to be silent, his expression becoming increasingly grim. After nearly half a minute of this standoff, he finally looked at Ayan and said, "What do you want me to do? Hand Camille over to you? But Camille is not here. How can I give her to you? I admit that we did have some communication today. She reached out to me herself, wanting me to help her issue a statement about your divorce. Initially, I only knew that you two were divorcing, but I didn't intend to meddle in your affairs. However, now that she's spoken up, as her parents, we can't simply stand by."

Brody began to adopt the image of a doting father who deeply cared for his daughter. He pleaded with Ayan, saying, "If Camille has brought you any harm, then I apologize. But marriage and relationships cannot be forced, Ayan. You still have a child together. We can't make this situation too ugly, can we? If you genuinely want to be with Camille, then you should respect her choice. You can continue pursuing her afterward. Why make things difficult for us? After all, we genuinely don't know where she is right now."

Brody's words, if you didn't know what kind of person he was or how he treated Camille, might have been quite touching.

After Brody spoke, Page quickly chimed in, and the couple's words painted a false picture, as if they were treating Ayan as a three-year-old child playing tricks.

Ayan remained composed, his handsome face devoid of emotion as he stared at Brody. The cold, intense gaze and the chill in his voice made it uncomfortable to meet his eyes for too long. He spoke, "So Camille isn't here with you? She's deliberately hiding from me? You have no idea when she'll come out, right?"

Brody replied, "Yes, although you may not believe it, that's the truth."

Ayan chuckled softly, his tone filled with coldness. "Very well. Since she is also a part of the Armstrong family, if I can't find her, I'll hold the Armstrong Corp responsible. If you don't bring Camille to me within ten minutes, Armstrong Corp can prepare to change its name and ownership!"

In those last words, Brody and Page understood the implications. Ayan was genuinely angry. He had initially intended to show some basic respect, but at this moment, his patience had reached its limit.

Ayan instructed his bodyguard to keep time. If Camille didn't appear within the allotted time, then Brody would bear the consequences.

Brody immediately responded, "Ayan, are you trying to force me to the limit? I've told you, I don't know where Camille is."

"If you don't know, then you'll bear the consequences, as Camille's parents. Whatever debt she owes will fall on you as her parents."

Ayan refused to say another word and allowed his bodyguard to handle the situation. Brody and Page couldn't do anything to him.

Furious, Brody grabbed a glass of water from the coffee table and threw it forcefully to the side, shattering the glass and making a loud crash against the floor.

Ayan merely smiled faintly at this scene, completely unaffected.

Page, on the other hand, shouted in frustration, "Aren't you afraid of this getting out? You're bullying us! I'm calling the police. I'm calling the police!"

"Sure, call the police. Do you want me to help you?" Ayan signaled to his bodyguard, who dialed the police and put the call on speaker for Brody and Page to hear. "We've already contacted the police. Feel free to let them know what's happening."

Brody and Page dared not speak and stared at Ayan with anger.

Time passed quickly, and soon, it was the end of the ten-minute deadline.