My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641 Scoundrel

Camille slightly narrowed her eyes, her face expression was impassive, but the emotions under her eyes were deep. Sienna's words echoed in her ears. She also subconsciously recalled a lot of things. If the conflict and misunderstanding were just because of her, it should not be so deep. It was obviously more than that.

But if not because of her, what else?

Camille couldn't have imagined.

Camille asked without much emotion, "What do you think could be the grudge between them?"

"Ask Ayan?"

"Ask him?" Camille repeated in a low voice. She was not sure, because she knew Ayan's personality very well. If he did not want to talk about something, no one could pry his mouth open. Even if she took the initiative to ask, it might end up with nothing.

The two stayed at the restaurant until dark when Kian drove up to pick them up.

Kian just made time for them. After what happened today, he naturally had been back to the company to deal with a lot of work. And then he cooperate with the police for the investigation. As for Ayan's situation, it was still confidential and not open to the public, nor intentionally misleading the public. They just kept silent without disclosing anything.

Because Ayan's schedule was kept confidential throughout the Simpson Group, no one except Kian knew the details, so naturally, they didn't know whether he was busy or not.

Everyone began to speculate whether Ayan was really injured or had already died.

But the Simpson Group never gave a response. The Simpson family was busy taking care of the old Simpson in the hospital, so they did not know. But Fletcher and Talia contacted Kian immediately after they got the news. Knowing nothing was wrong , they also kept silent as the Simpson Group station, not answering any question on the incident.

After getting into the car, Kian also first reported the specific situation with Ayan, and then Kian said: "Because they can not get the exact result, Austin is also a little anxious. He contacted the private detective bribed by us to find out the information about you. Do you have any arrangements?"

"Then let the private detective get paid by two sides as a reward. As for the arrangement, no need for now, wait for Austin to expose his weakness."

"So you're not going to show up from now on?"

"Whether I show myself or not does not affect whether he will expose himself or not." He slightly narrowed his eyes, the bottom of his eyes overflowed with indifference. Doing nothing would only make Austin panic.

Ayan never took Austin seriously, so he didn't give a damn about any of his moves.

After saying this, Kian looked at Ayan through the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Simpson, are you still taking Mrs. Simpson back to the Rosenkins Mansion today?"

"Go straight to the Simpson's mansion!" he ordered. He looked sideways at Camille next to him and said, "Is it all right to go back to the Simpson's mansion for the night now?"

He asked very seriously, not in his usual tone. In fact, it was not a question.

Camille pursed her lips lightly, then agreed.

She could also keep Timmy company, and since Ayan hadn't been as brazen as before, she wouldn't worry about what would happen to Ayan.

The two returned to the Simpson's mansion. Ayan let the maids clean up the guest room. Because it was already late, Fletcher and Talia rested, and Timmy also went to bed.

So at this moment, besides the maids, only Camille and Ayan were left. The two of them went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare for washing and resting. And when Ayan brought Camille to the door, Camille did not rush in, but took the initiative to turn to look at Ayan and asked, "I want to ask you a question."

"What's it?"

"Preston was involved in what happened today, right? So why would he do that? Is he just trying to help Austin because he's in a partnership with him?" She asked politely, but the implication was clear.

Ayan also looked at her for a moment, as if there were not many surprises and ripples. His face was elegant and noble as usual, and his deep eyes always revealed the gentle gaze that only he could have for her. He said, "I'm afraid that's not the only thing you want to ask, is it?"

"So are you going to tell me?"

"For the time being, I can't tell you because I haven't checked it out yet either, so there's no way to give you a definite answer, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to know Preston's identity but not yet break it down and let him continue to act."

His voice had little temperature, and it was his usual tone. His handsome face was without a ripple.

Camille looked at him emotionlessly and spoke in a low voice: "So you don't know why Preston did this to you either?"

"That's true for now."

"When did you first become suspicious?"