My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 978

Chapter 978: Rest Assured

This immediately made Sienna look visibly dejected, and she asked softly, "Are you really kicking me out like this?"

"Oh, don't try to act with me. Go on, I have a lot to do."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have some matters to attend to. Mrs. Bell is planning to come over, probably to talk to me about what happened online today."

Camille didn't hide anything and explained it directly to Sienna. Sienna, after hearing this, didn't insist on staying any longer. Instead, she said to Camille, "Alright, I understand. If you need anything, just give me a call. If I don't hear from you by nine, I'll come over."

Camille nodded, "Okay, okay."

After seeing Sienna off, Mrs. Bell hadn't arrived yet. Camille sat on the sofa, staring at her phone in a daze.

She had been closely following the developments online. After the conversation between Mr. Bell and Ayan that had been posted online, as of now, Ayan had not responded, and it was already past seven. What was he thinking?

Of course, Camille was well aware that Ayan couldn't have said those things. The audio on that end had been manipulated. Nevertheless, if he continued to remain silent, it would lead to significant trouble, and Camille was somewhat helpless about the situation.

Camille sighed softly, realizing that the situation was beyond her control. She picked up her phone and checked online updates. Besides the audio clip from earlier in the afternoon, there was no other news. However, this was enough to keep the story's momentum going.

So, who was behind all of this?

During the conversation between Ayan, Mr. Bell, and Kian, there were only the three of them present. Ayan and Kian could be ruled out as the culprits. What about Mr. Bell? Did he plan this from the beginning?

Mr. Bell had immediately contacted Ayan upon seeing the messages. He had explained that he was still on his way back to the hotel and had no prior knowledge of the situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been aware of it.

Ayan's response had been rather cold, "This may not be your doing, but it directly involves you. After all, you and I are the parties involved, aren't we?"

"Ayan, I understand that I may appear to have a motive to be suspected, but I want to assure you it wasn't me. I would never do such a thing."

Despite Mr. Bell's repeated denials, Ayan's reaction seemed indifferent. His expression remained cold, and there was a hint of frostiness in his voice as he said, "No need to rush with explanations. We'll find out who's responsible in the end."

Ayan didn't have time for further discussion and ended the call with Mr. Bell. He tossed his phone onto his desk, his face tense and extremely unpleasant.

Kian's expression also tightened, and he asked in a low tone, "Mr. Simpson, do you think this is related to Mr. Bell?"

"Even if it's not directly related, these conversations were leaked from his end." Given that the location was Simpson Group, there were very few chances for anyone other than Kian to enter his office easily.

Kian nodded slightly, then asked, "Should I investigate this further?"

"No need. Just wait. This isn't over yet." Ayan seemed to have expected this turn of events. His face became even colder as the situation had now escalated. It appeared that the mastermind behind all of this wanted to firmly pin all the blame on Simpson Group. Only then would Simpson Group become truly incensed, and this project would truly become profit-oriented.

So, who stood to gain the most from this situation?

Ayan never spoke without a good reason, so when Kian heard this, he immediately asked, "There's still an ace up their sleeve. Are they trying to exploit this situation?"

"Since it's the same issue and it has developed to this extent, wouldn't adding more fuel to the fire make it even bigger?" Ayan's expression remained dispassionate, and his voice was devoid of warmth as he spoke.

"Since it's the same issue and has developed to this point, wouldn't adding fuel to the fire make it even bigger?" Ayan's expression turned cold, and his voice remained devoid of warmth.