My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 927

Chapter 927: Agreement

Ayan's expression froze. His demeanor turned cold, and his voice became indifferent, "The terms you've proposed are not what I want, so we can't collaborate."

The other party seemed anxious, "Then what do you want? Mr. Simpson, just name it, and we can negotiate! "

"What I want has never been a secret, so do I really need to reiterate it?" Ayan's tone remained icy.

"Mr. Simpson, do you really not want to make money? This project isn't just about immediate benefits; it offers long-term gains, and it's objectively valuable. So, are you really willing to let go of this opportunity? If you find the profit-sharing arrangement unreasonable, how about a 40-60 split between us?" The other party continued to backtrack, clearly aiming to get Ayan's approval.

Ayan, however, remained unmoved. His expression stayed as indifferent as before. He stated, "It's not about the profit sharing, it's about principles. So, no matter what you say, it's not possible."

"Is Mr. Simpson really pushing me?" The frustration was evident in the words.

Ayan's lips curved into a cold smile, "I'm not pushing you. It's you who insisted on joining this project forcefully. The goals of this project were never aligned with what you want. So why bother?"

"Mr. Simpson, how about we both compromise? It benefits everyone. Why take things to such an extreme? You're powerful with the Simpson Group, but can you guarantee that you won't need anyone's help in the future? I hope Mr. Simpson will think it over. Severing others' interests is akin to committing a crime. Mr. Simpson also has a family. Think twice!"

The words were a mix of threats, warnings, and reminders. But more than anything, they were fueled by anger and irrationality, forced out when all other options seemed exhausted.

Ayan didn't respond further. He ended the call and added the number to his blacklist.

His expression was now shrouded in coldness. Though Camille didn't catch every word, she grasped the general idea.

Camille asked, "Was that Mr. Mikkola on the phone?"

"Yes." Ayan's complexion wasn't great. His voice remained detached as he explained, "He wanted me to agree to his proposal for the project to be arranged according to his wishes. He's unwilling to sign the agreement, which clearly shows his unwillingness to take responsibility."

"Who is this Mr. Mikkola, really? Is he trying to threaten Mr. and Mrs. Bell for their benefit? Or is he a long-term partner with Mr. and Mrs. Bell? Have you looked into the connection between them?"

Camille's worry was evident. This matter wasn't trivial. The interests at stake were unclear, and if they truly used such methods to gain benefits over the long term, it could become quite alarming.

Camille's expression stiffened as she pondered this, "Ayan, if that's the case, then the project..."

"Don't worry too much. It won't happen. Mr. and Mrs. Bell have had limited dealings with him. If they really intended to use this method to gain benefits, they could have confronted me from the beginning, or if I found out, would I let it slide?" Ayan responded with a detached tone.

Camille nodded along, relieved by his assurance. She said, "As long as you're aware, then it's fine. Handle this matter according to your judgment. As for Mr. and Mrs. Bell, even if they have their reasons, I believe they should have been upfront from the start, rather than causing such complications when the project is reaching its conclusion. It wouldn't be fair to the others involved in the project."

Currently, it was clear that Mr. and Mrs. Bell were reluctant to participate in the decision-making. So, they could let Mr. Mikkola communicate directly with Ayan. The ultimate decision reached between them didn't directly involve them.