Instead of saying yes, Camille simply said, "What can I do for you?"
She did not show surprise, nor did she ask where he was now, but asked him directly if there was anything wrong.
Her response was immediately heard by the other person as well, and his voice was low as she asked, "Cami, don't you want to see me?"
Camille did not answer. Without expression, she took a silent breath, her tone still warm, "What do you have to say?"
She had a detached attitude.
He said, "It's nothing, I just want to meet you."
"No, I don't think you have time to see me right now, and as for what you said, all I want to know is the issue about Grandma, did you order Eileen to do it?"
Camille had wanted to ask him directly as soon as he handed her the contact information in which way.
But he didn't know how to speak. At this moment, since he had given this opportunity, she naturally wouldn't miss it.
Her words were straightforward and honest, without any euphemism at all.
He flinched slightly and asked in a low voice, "Cami, don't you believe me?"
"Preston, you haven't answered that question for me! So what's your answer? Did you do it?"
Camille smiled lightly, but the coldness of the words took over all the tone. The only remaining trace of emotion was only sarcasm.
Her attitude was tinged with doubt and, beyond that, distrust of him.
He denied, "Of course not, how could I have the ability to order her!"
"So what happened to my grandmother had nothing to do with you either, right?"
"Cami, how could I possibly go and hurt Grandma? I know Grandma is the most important person to you and she is your family, how could I possibly do such a thing?"
He was a little emotional, as if that was the only way Camille would believe it.
Camille sank into a brief silence, and it took almost half a minute before she opened her mouth, "I'm done asking what I need to ask, so if you have anything to say, say it!"
"Cami, do you believe me?"
Is it really that important to explain this?
Ayan also asked her about it in the past two days.
But what Ayan had asked was completely different from what he was asking at this moment.
She could not explain that feeling, but would subconsciously get the answer. The answer flowing from the depths of the heart, without hesitation.
But Preston's question at this moment made Camille silent.
She didn't really want to answer, so she just said, "I don't know, if you don't have anything to say, I have work to do."
"Can you come down, Cami, I'm downstairs at the office, let's meet, and if you think you don't believe me about Grandma's issue, I can explain, okay?"
"No." Camille retorted lightly, "There is no need for us to meet now, and now that you are not you, there is no need to meet, is there?"
"Cami!!!"
Camille didn't wait for him to say anything else and ended the call directly.
She put down her phone, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look down. Because of the distance, it was not clear, but she could still see the black car parked there, probably him.
Why did he contact her again when he clearly showed up under another identity?
Wasn't he afraid she'd tell Ayan?
Camille's attitude towards him was ambivalent because he had helped her a lot and had been a good friend for many years, but the suspicion of him in her heart had not been dispelled until now, so she could not face him with the same attitude as before, she couldn't do it.
She felt depressed, since he had already appeared with another identity, why did he refuse to even pretend to face her? Did he really think she could be bottomlessly tolerant, or did the matter of Grandma really have nothing to do with him?
Camille pursed her lips, unable to find a reasonable excuse or reason to convince herself.
Her emotions also became agitated because of her grandmother, and her face followed with a cold expression.
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