My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120: Bored

When Ayan questioned Miss Lindsey like that, she was utterly confused. She murmured, "Mr. Simpson, it's me. Have you forgotten me? Your secretary just informed me to come in. Mr. Simpson, we met in Dane City. You helped me a lot, publicly defending me. Mr. Simpson, I wanted to work at Simpson Group and stay by your side to take care of you."

Ayan was furious, especially with the woman's words, feeling insulted. He stood up from his office chair, squinted his eyes, and looked at her coldly, "Don't let me repeat myself. Disappear from my sight immediately."

He pressed the intercom and called his male assistant, speaking with an exceptionally cold tone, "Come in right away."

The male assistant, unaware of what had happened, hurried to the office. He cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, what's wrong?"

Ayan looked at the assistant, his expression extremely unpleasant, "Who is she? Get her out immediately and call security."

The assistant quickly explained, "Mr. Simpson, this Miss Lindsey insists she's your friend. She has disturbed the front desk countless times this morning, insisting on seeing you. The front desk called me, and since Mrs. Simpson was also present, she instructed me to bring her up."

"Mrs. Simpson let her in?"

"Yes." The assistant spoke cautiously, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Ayan, with a cold face, only remained silent for a brief moment before his tone returned to being icy, "Take her away, I don't want to see her again. Also, inform her company. If this continues, don't blame me for being impolite."

The assistant gestured to Miss Lindsey to leave, but she refused to go. Looking at Ayan, she said, "Mr. Simpson, I don't mean anything else. I know you're married, but a man like you naturally needs someone to take care of you. Don't worry; I just want to stay by Mr. Simpson to take care of you. I won't disturb your family or life. Mr. Simpson, please."

She started crying as she spoke, worsening Ayan's mood. His face became even colder, and he didn't utter another word. He directed his assistant to take Miss Lindsey out of the office.

Once the office was quiet again, Ayan picked up his phone and dialed Camille.

When the call connected, Camille didn't say anything. Ayan's voice was particularly deep as he said, "Come in."

His tone lacked much emotion, but the dissatisfaction in the air was palpable.

Camille just made a low acknowledgment. Her eyes were still fixed on the direction where the assistant had taken Miss Lindsey. She then held the phone and walked toward Ayan's office.

In the office, there were only two people, and neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was unnaturally quiet.

Ayan walked slowly towards Camille, lifting his foot. He squinted, looking at her with a hint of helplessness. "You let her in?"

Camille raised her eyes to meet Ayan's gaze. She didn't evade at all. "Yes."

"So straightforward?"

"Mr. Simpson, I have to ask you. When did you meet Miss Lindsey? Why did you let her find her way from Dane City to Hance City?"

Camille mimicked Ayan's questioning tone as she asked him this question. The two locked eyes in a brief but unwavering standoff.

Ayan, perhaps amused by Camille's demeanor, as it was rare for her to question him like this, found it somewhat humorous due to her recent arrangements. He squinted his eyes, gazing at Camille with a faint smile, and said, "I don't know this Miss Lindsey. As for why she tracked from Dane City to Hance City, I have no idea. I only recall helping her with a small favor in Dane City. Besides that, there's no other connection. Kian can testify to this. If you don't believe, you can call Kian now. We have no collusion."

Ayan looked serious, and it didn't seem like he was lying. Camille also believed him in this regard. She arranged for the woman to come in because she wanted to know the relationship between Ayan and Miss Lindsey. Why was she so persistent in finding Ayan? Was there something going on?

However, Camille had no intention of revealing her thoughts to Ayan. She looked at him calmly, lips lightly pursed, and spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone, "I won't call. I never said you colluded with Kian. Anyway, I won't ask Kian. If you've explained, then I believe you."

"Sounds a bit forced. Are you sure you don't believe me?"

"I don't."

"Really?" Ayan pursed his lips, a faint smile on his face. He said, "If not, why is your attitude so cold towards me now?"