My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1119

Chapter 1119: Concern

Each of them looked a bit peculiar, especially in their frequent attempts to be attentive to her. Although their attentiveness wasn't accompanied by ulterior motives, Camille still felt a slight discomfort.

Deciding to address it directly, Camille asked.

They exchanged glances and then shook their heads one after another, saying, "No."

Camille smiled faintly and said, "Are you all curious about why I'm here?"

The secretaries' assistants dared not speak up but could only accompany her with smiles.

Choosing an empty seat, Camille sat down. She spoke gently, "You can ask me directly; it's okay!"

Perhaps because Camille was easy to talk to, and she usually had a gentle demeanor, creating an impression of kindness, one of the female assistants couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Simpson, are you really coming to work at Simpson Group?"

This assistant had interacted with Camille quite a bit. Ayan had instructed her to work with Camille at the museum for a few days before. Having seen Camille's working style, she knew Camille wasn't an arrogant or overbearing person.

In response to the assistant's question, Camille smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows, asking in return, "Do you think so?"

The assistant said, "I estimate it's probably not, right?"

"Congratulations, you're correct." Camille looked at everyone and said lightly, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I'm just here for a day to fill in. So, continue with your usual tasks, don't mind me, and don't feel uncomfortable, okay?"

Camille was very candid, and this made everyone stop overthinking.

Actually, it wasn't that they were afraid of Camille really joining them in work; they were just worried about not knowing how to get along with her.

Just that.

After Camille's frank explanation, everyone started working seriously.

Camille returned to her desk. Probably finding the process of organizing files a bit boring, she proactively approached a male assistant and asked, "Is there any work you want me to handle?"

The male assistant said, "Mrs. Simpson..."

"Call me Secretary Armstrong!" Camille corrected, preventing the mention of "Mrs. Simpson" to maintain the atmosphere.

The male assistant quickly corrected himself, "Secretary Armstrong, Mr. Simpson doesn't have many work arrangements this morning. So, you can make a lunch reservation for Mr. Simpson a bit earlier, and around one o'clock, Mr. Simpson will have a meeting."

Camille nodded gently, "Alright."

Although it was just making a lunch reservation, it was still work, and it needed to be treated seriously.

As Camille returned to her seat, preparing to check her phone for lunch options, the male assistant received a phone call. Camille didn't know what the other party said, but the male assistant frowned, explaining in a low voice. However, the other party seemed difficult to deal with, and the male assistant seemed troubled as he said, "Mr. Simpson is busy. If you don't have an appointment, it's impossible to arrange a meeting with him."

The other party probably used threatening language, causing the male assistant considerable difficulty. However, following Ayan's usual work habits and the way Kian handled such situations, meeting Ayan without an appointment was indeed impossible.

So, the male assistant was in a bit of a dilemma. Judging by the arrogant and haughty tone of the other party, it seemed like they had encountered Mr. Simpson and had some interaction with him. Therefore, the male assistant was somewhat worried about whether offending this person would cause trouble for Mr. Simpson.

The assistant remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. After a few seconds, he spoke, asking the other party to wait for a moment. He quickly walked over to Camille, inquiring in a low voice, "Mrs. Simpson, there's a young lady who claims to be a friend of Mr. Simpson and wants to see him. However, she doesn't have an appointment, and according to the rules, she can't meet him. But this young lady insists that Mr. Simpson made an appointment with her, so..."

"A young lady?"

"Yes."

Camille pursed her lips, a faint coldness appearing on her face. Her gaze paused for a moment, and then she calmly said, "Did she mention why she wants to see Mr. Simpson?"

The assistant shook his head, "No, she didn't. So, I'm not sure whether I should invite her up or not."