Ayan has always arranged someone to secretly protect Camille's safety, but he never bothered to ask Camille's every move, giving her enough space and freedom.
But at this moment, listening to Kian's question, he frowned with a questioning look in his eyes: "She didn't go to the office all day yesterday?"
"Yes."
Kian nodded his head.
Camille didn't mention half a word to him, didn't even tell him she wasn't going to the office.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a thick depth under his eyes, and said faintly, "You check where she went with Sienna yesterday?"
"Madame did not leave the apartment yesterday, she stayed there the whole time."
This is known from the people who protect Camille.
This made Ayan even more surprised, since he didn't go to the office or anywhere else, which, according to what he knew about Camille, was impossible unless something was going on.
The look under his eyes gradually became cold and stern, the corners of his mouth flushed with a touch of cunning, and his words were light: "Check what she went to do the day before yesterday?"
If she is all right and nothing is different, he will never go to investigate a clear.
But she is too different, something must have happened, otherwise she can't even go to the company, not even out of the house, which is too rare.
Ayan waved Kian out, and he sat alone in the large office, his tie loosened and a face flushed with a somber coldness.
His handsome face revealed a cold displeasure, then he picked up the phone aside and dialed Camille's cell phone directly.
When he answered, he went straight to the point and asked Camille, "Where is it?"
"At home." Camille didn't lie, but answered truthfully.
Or else you'll have to fill it with more lies again.
After her words, the atmosphere was briefly quiet, the other party did not speak again, Camille was a little surprised to ask: "Ayan? Why don't you say anything?"
"What are you doing at home? Don't you have to go to the office?"
He reacted smoothly, always at an unseasonably high level of warmth.
He wanted to know how she was going to answer?
Camille pursed her lips slightly, she subconsciously glanced at Sienna sitting across the table, then responded nonchalantly, "Talking to Sienna, didn't want to go to the office, I felt a little tired, so I haven't been there since yesterday."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He took up her words and continued to press the issue.
He was not the least bit surprised, obviously already knowing, hence the call.
Her fine, curly eyelashes trembled slightly and she said in a shallow voice, "I didn't want to worry you, so I didn't tell you."
"Camille, you really don't have anything you want to say to me?"
"Ayan, did you misunderstand something? I'm just feeling a little tired and with Sienna, so I want to completely relax for two days because it's time to compete and I want to give myself a break before the competition, it's as simple as that."
Ayan did not immediately respond to her words, but was only briefly quiet.
Through the phone, you can also clearly hear each other's heartbeats.
Then, he slowly said, "Okay, I know."
He didn't pursue the question, let alone continue to say anything, as if he believed her answer?
Camille pursed her lips gently as she asked in a low voice, "Ayan, do you have anything else to say?"
He said no more, just told her to have dinner together tonight.
The call ended with a huge sigh of relief for Camille.
Camille sulked as she looked to Sienna and said, "I'm getting scared to talk to him."
Ayan's shocking power was so stressful that if he didn't believe it, then he would subconsciously think that she had joined with Preston to create the trouble and rumors.
Sienna said, "Some wine for courage?"
"Kiss, I'm pregnant!"
She said helplessly.
Sienna beamed and asked in a small voice, "Shall I say it for you?"
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