My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 998

Chapter 998: Change

Grace hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "I'm not sure, but I guess it's probably to gain control of Armstrong Corp's executive power within the Armstrong family. Because of Cami's shares, my dad... he can't compete with Horace anymore. Every decision has to go through Horace's approval, and he can't accept that."

"So, he wants to use the Wesley family to regain control of Armstrong Corp?"

"It seems that way, because my dad has had a lot of disagreements with Horace lately, even though they haven't had heated arguments. But I know he must be upset."

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze enveloped in a coldness. He chuckled lightly and said, "In that case, we should talk to Horace instead of hurting Camille."

"I'm sorry, I know what they're doing is wrong, but I can't change it, so I..."

"This isn't your fault, so no need to apologize. But if you don't want to become the second victim, you should confess your relationship with Horace as soon as possible. It's best to make it clear and indisputable. Otherwise, Camille's situation today might be yours tomorrow," Ayan reminded her warmly.

Ayan rarely interfered in other people's affairs and wouldn't have said so much if it weren't for Grace's genuine concern for Camille. Grace understood that Ayan's words were not just empty talk, and her heart was filled with unease.

Their conversation didn't last long, and Ayan didn't want Camille to know about it. He would take care of everything, and Camille needed to be happy.

After ending the call, Ayan deleted the call history. Just as he put his phone down, Camille came out of the bathroom.

Ayan looked at her and asked gently, "Why did you take such a long bath?"

Camille pressed her lips lightly and replied softly, "I was a bit tired and wanted to soak for a while."

She walked over to Ayan and hugged him. "I'm a bit annoyed."

Ayan chuckled, "Annoyed about what? Is it because of tonight? I've told you not to think about it. You should think about what dishes to prepare for Grandpa and my parents tomorrow."

Camille tilted her head up from his embrace, looking at him with a playful expression. She asked, "Isn't this something you should be worried about? My job is just to chat with Grandpa and keep Timmy company."

Ayan responded confidently, "Isn't managing the affairs at home your responsibility?"

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and chuckled, "Who said that?"

"I did."

"Well, your say doesn't count. I'll tell Mom, and be careful not to get barred from entering the Simpson's mansion gates," she teased.

Ayan asked in a deep voice, "You're being so ruthless to me?"

Camille raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, we are technically divorced now, just ex-husband and ex-wife."

Ayan grabbed her waist firmly, his voice low and hoarse. "Do I need to correct you? Even though we're divorced, we still live in the same house."

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, lightly teasing him. "Mr. Simpson, aren't you a bit too overbearing? I want to refuse, but it seems I can't."

Ayan snorted softly. "Dream on."

Camille reached out and playfully tapped his chest before smiling gently. "You're just too domineering, Mr. Simpson."

Ayan then pinched her cheek and said, "I'm going to take a shower."