My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647 Trading

Without waiting for Mr. Bell to say anything, he continued, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you know or misunderstand me, you know me and whatever happens will not affect this project."

Ayan's assurance left Mr. Bell speechless.

But the desire to speak under his eyes is very obvious, in the end also can not help but open his mouth, he said: "Ayan, I am not worried about the project, so long together I naturally know what kind of person you are, but also know that you are responsible for the project and work attitude, I am just worried that you make things for the project against your heart's will. "

Mr. Bell's hint brought a slight smile to Ayan's face as he whispered, "I understand what you mean, there will be no such thing."

"That's good, and as for what I just said, don't take it to heart, just think of it as me being nosy."

"How? Your good intentions are clear to me."

The two smiled at each other, and the words of the conference room naturally did not get out.

Ayan walked Mr. Bell to the elevator and watched Mr. Bell enter before he turned around and walked in the direction of the office.

Kian saw this and immediately greeted him, he went to Ayan and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, Preston is waiting for you in the lounge."

"Well, go over there now!" Ayan responded lightly and didn't ask Kian to bring Preston to his office to meet him; just because he was willing to meet doesn't mean he was willing to give Preston face.

Kian led him to the lounge, knocked on the door and pushed it open to let Ayan in, then closed the door to cut off all sound in the lounge from the outside.

Ayan walked in and Preston sat on the couch and didn't move, much less get up to greet him.

The two eyes collided indifferently in the air, Ayan walked to the master sofa and sat in the middle, he slightly crossed his legs, the whole person leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes looked at Preston lightly, and only then did not slow to speak: "Three times to see me, what do you want to say, just be direct!"

Preston narrowed his eyes slightly, Ayan left him hanging here for so long he felt was deliberate, just hit him in the face.

The look under his eyes became colder and colder like ice, and the expression on his face was more indifferent as he said, "Does Mr. Simpson want to make a deal with me?"

"There is still a deal between you and me?" Ayan gulped lightly, smiling with a very indifferent mockery.

The implication is more like a rhetorical question to Preston, how can they have a deal to negotiate when they are not on the same page?

Preston looked at Ayan with a stiff face, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his voice did not change emotionally, "If you do not want to talk to me and why do you want me to stay to meet this side?"

"This side is your initiative several times begged, as the head of this project, I can not refuse the project team partners, not to mention Norman Group in this project has brought more than once trouble, now Mr. Baxter as Norman Group people on behalf of Norman Group to participate in this Project, if it is Mr. Baxter you stand in my place, you can rest assured?"

Ayan's words are more like telling Preston directly again that it is because of his presence that he is uneasy.

If Preston nods, then he agrees with him, but if Preston denies it, then that means Ayan can not see his side at all, not to mention the need to put him in the eye.

So no matter how Preston responds, it's not appropriate.

He paused in bewilderment, the stiffness on his face becoming more and more obvious, but still in great control: "Mr. Simpson is joking, if I were sitting in Mr. Simpson's seat, a lot of things would not be the situation now."

"Oh? What does Mr. Baxter mean by that?"

"Mr. Simpson, you and I both know what's in each other's hearts, so why pretend to be polite to me?"

Preston couldn't hold back and eventually just poked his nose in, because he would rather tear his face off than continue to listen to Ayan's shifty words.

But Ayan did not want to do what he wanted, his thin lips slightly up to reveal a faint smile: "Mr. Baxter is joking, how can I know what is in your mind? I don't even know if you're a human or a ghost and how can I know what's in your mind?"