My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Deadlock

Ayan squinted his eyes, gazing out of the window with indifference. His voice remained dispassionate as he said, "Let's see how he handles it. If he doesn't adjust his attitude, Simpson Group will withdraw from this project completely, and we won't need to cooperate with him again."

Kian nodded lightly, "Do you think Mr. Bell will really take your warning to heart? Won't he worry that after he offends Mr. Mikkola, you might also ignore him?"

His face remained cold, and his voice was as cool as water, "That depends on whether he has any basic trust in me."

If Mr. Bell couldn't understand, then he would continue to be threatened by Mr. Mikkola, after all, the choice was in his hands.

It was getting late, and Ayan pushed the door open and got out of the car. He gave Kian a gentle reminder, "If Mr. Bell contacts you, make sure he shows sincerity."

"Alright," Kian replied softly.

Ayan headed towards the entrance of the building, and Kian revved the engine, making a U-turn to leave Maple Leaves Mansion.

That night, the online world was buzzing with gossip. Those keyboard warriors who loved drama hastily issued apologies and pinned them to the top of their posts.

However, some were still fearful, while others remained unafraid.

Those who refused to apologize were adamant, "I don't believe Simpson Group is innocent. I don't believe that all of this has nothing to do with Simpson Group. They're just trying to confuse us with this stunt. They want us to shut up, and then Simpson Group can get away with everything."

These resolute non-apologists were prepared to confront Simpson Group, but sometimes, confrontation came with costs. If they lacked the means and money, then this kind of confrontation would lead to their own demise.

However, most people immediately apologized and claimed they were just venting, with no evidence in their possession.

These were the typical "talk but won't walk the talk" type of people.

While the online world was in turmoil, the atmosphere in a certain luxury hotel suite was also heated.

Mr. Bell was smoking, his face extremely grim as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. His phone on the coffee table kept ringing incessantly, but he showed no intention of answering.

Mrs. Bell glanced at the notes on the phone screen from the corner of her eye, her expression subtly tense. She spoke in a cold, detached tone, "You should answer the phone first."

Mr. Bell showed no sign of moving or any intention to answer.

Mrs. Bell's voice remained calm, "Not answering the phone won't solve anything. If she's in a hurry or does something you wouldn't want to see, that wouldn't be good, right?"

Mr. Bell hesitated briefly, then extinguished his cigarette and picked up the phone to answer.

On the other end, an anxious female voice spoke, "Why did it take you so long to answer my call? Is the situation on the internet still not resolved? Could it be related to you? I'm worried about you. Will Simpson Group cause trouble for you? You can't afford any problems, or what will happen to me and the baby?"

The woman's voice sounded gentle, but in moments of impatience, even gentle individuals paid no attention to their tone.

Mrs. Bell listened attentively to their conversation, not missing a word. Her expression grew even colder as she waited, anticipating what Mr. Bell would say next.

Mr. Bell placed the phone down after the call and sat in the empty seat opposite Mrs. Bell. Their gazes met, and his expression remained icy. He asked, "Is this Ayan's decision, or is it Camille acting on her own?"