My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 974

Chapter 974: Politeness

Mr. Mikkola's expression also displayed a hint of displeasure between his brows before he put on a slightly amused smile and said, "Since Ayan wants you to come, then go ahead. With so many eyes watching him now, what could he possibly do to you?"

Mr. Bell narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression remaining quite serious. Eventually, he decided to set out for Simpson Group.

Mr. Mikkola personally saw him off into the car. Before the car started moving, Mr. Mikkola bent down slightly and said through the window, "Take this with you. If you need anything, you can contact me immediately. If Ayan shows any disrespect, I will definitely rush over."

Mr. Bell nodded and reached out to accept what Mr. Mikkola handed him.

Then Mr. Mikkola added, "Don't worry or feel rushed. There's no need to be nervous either. Currently, all the control is in our hands, and Ayan can't do anything to us. The reason he's asked you to be there is probably to discuss sharing responsibility for this matter. You don't need to agree to it. Emphasize that it has nothing to do with us; it's someone else picking at the small faults of Simpson Group. We certainly won't let ourselves be dragged into this mess, right?"

Mr. Mikkola's words made Mr. Bell's expression freeze for a moment. He hesitated and asked in a hushed voice, "Wouldn't this be detrimental? It's like tearing off all pretenses and confronting him directly. How can we continue to cooperate in the future?"

"Do you think going along with him would ensure continued cooperation? The project has reached this point; we don't need Simpson Group anymore. With our publicity and marketing, we don't have to worry about the later stages of operation. So, you really don't need to be concerned. You're spending more money now than before, and your career also needs someone to inherit it, right? Therefore, it's only natural for things to thrive and provide a more stable foundation for our next generation, isn't it?"

Mr. Mikkola's words made it abundantly clear to Mr. Bell that everything should be done according to his wishes and plans. If he didn't cooperate, there was no guarantee that Mr. Bell's personal matters, particularly regarding his child, wouldn't be exposed to the public.

Mr. Bell's face showed a hint of indifference. There was also a chill in his eyes. Since Mr. Mikkola had discovered his secret a few months ago, he had been threatened by Mr. Mikkola numerous times-no less than ten times by now.

In just a short three to four months, the situation had escalated to this point. If it continued like this, what would happen in the long run?

Mr. Bell's eyes revealed a touch of apathy. He looked deep into Mr. Mikkola's eyes. Mr. Mikkola had a meaningful and threatening smile on his face. After locking eyes with Mr. Bell, he said fearlessly, "I'm doing this for the sake of a more stable cooperation between us. You won't blame me, will you?"

Mr. Bell averted his gaze without changing his expression and replied in a tone of indifference, "Of course not."

"That's good. You should hurry to Simpson Group now. It's almost time for the meeting with Ayan. Go there and have a good discussion. If you have any issues, let me know."

"Alright."

Mr. Bell raised the car window without another word. His face remained cold as he drove away.

About half an hour later, Mr. Bell arrived at the Simpson Group's parking garage.

He drove directly into the garage. In times like these, the security in the garage would scrutinize every vehicle to ensure no reporters or media personnel could sneak in.

Mr. Bell took the elevator up, and Kian was already waiting at the elevator as planned. Both of them chose to set aside their previous unpleasantness, putting on a facade of politeness instead.

Kian politely greeted him, saying, "Mr. Bell, thank you for making a special trip."

Mr. Bell just nodded slightly and replied, "Kian, no need to be so polite. It's the least I can do."

The two of them exchanged glances, but there was no warmth in their eyes-only a cold and distant emptiness.

Kian made a polite gesture and said, "Mr. Bell, Mr. Simpson is waiting for you in his office. Right this way."

Mr. Bell nodded and followed Kian, taking steps toward Ayan's office.