My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 164 His Excess

“You can go now." Ayan coldly swept her a glance, his gloomy low coldvoice without any temperature or emotion.

His words are even more irrefutable.

The woman also just lightly pursed her lips, and then she said, "ThenMr. Simpson, you promised to let me transform ......"

"Go straight to Kian and he'll make the arrangements for you.” Ayanwithdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her, then simply closed hiseyes and leaned back in the leather chair.

The woman didn't stay much longer and left the office.

The woman is a famous netizen, her agent informed her to come to theSimpson Group president's office early in the morning to meet Ayan,and then there was just that scene, she did not dare to ask for toomuch, so just want to use this tree to climb into the entertainmentindustry.

Camille left the Simpson Group after exiting the office.

Ayan's words and actions with the woman in the office were all too vividfor her to remember.

She silently hooked her lips to reveal a sneer, it turns out that hisfavorite in addition to Eileen can be given to others, but only unwilling togive her.

Camille drove straight back to the office.

Seeing her coming, Yessica hurriedly followed her into the office andYessica said, "Ms. Armstrong, Mr. Walker just called and asked you togive him a call back.”

Camille nodded and took out her cell phone to call him back, but theresponse was unavailable.

Camille frowns, then calls from Yessica's cell phone.

Through.

After two rings this look answered.

"Cami ?"

“It's me." Camille asks, puzzled, "Why can't I get through to your cellphone? Have you blacked me out?"

“It's not me, it's Molly. She's in a bit of a bad mood, the doctor saidshe's slightly depressed.” Preston's voice sounded a little tired.Camille hurriedly said, "It's okay, you stay with her, if there is anythingyou can call Yessica directly.”

"Not angry, right? She blacked out all the opposite sex in my phone,there is no way to pull it out for the time being, I may go back in acouple of days, depression still has to rely on her to come out, I can'taccompany her for life.”

“No, it's understandable.” Camille's impression of Molly Walker ends upresting on Molly's inexplicable hostility toward her, so there's not muchshe wants to say.

Camille then told Preston about the project, and Preston asked, "Hasthe Fumiko Estate approached you again?"

“Not yet, I'm not really sure if Kian has been notified yet?"

She just went to Simpson Group and also forgot to ask.

Preston thought about it and said, "According to what I know aboutFumiko Estate, this should not end like this."

“It's okay, it's not my decision to make after all, and it's true that FumikoEstate didn't play much of a heavy role in this project.”

Fumiko Estate is the equivalent of an intermediary, bringing Camilleinto the project, but after that all the work is done by Camille, FumikoEstate is just involved otherwise receiving the benefits.

According to the reasoning is also dispensable.

But finally Preston instructed, "Cami, no matter what, you should becareful, and if there is anything that needs to be confronted, then waituntil I get back?"

"Okay, I got it."

After Camille finished talking to Preston, she gave her phone back toYessica and then wasn't in the mood to work.

It's been three days and Sienna still hasn't heard anything.

Rex was unwilling to relent or even admit it, so there was nothing shecould do.

Camille spent the morning in a daze. I don't know if it was because ofher pregnancy, but she was not feeling as well as she used to, she wastired when she did something, and her mood was the same, fluctuatinga lot.

Near noon, her cell phone rang.

It was Kian who called.

Seeing this note, she felt nothing good.

After answering, Kian's low voice came in, "Ma'am, Mr. Simpson wantsyou to come to Darkmoor now."

When she heard Darkmoor, Camille froze.

In the office he asked her to tell Kian to book a private room atDarkmoor for dinner with someone.

So he's having dinner with another woman, what does he want her todo?

Camille said lightly, “What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Simpson said there are some things about the project that he can'tunderstand and would like you to come over and answer them.""Can'tit be at the office? And it's lunchtime and I ......."

"Madam, you'd better come over, Mr. Simpson has other work schedulethis afternoon, so he may not be able to spare time."

Camille No more sound, Kian is also the afterglow swept aside the coldface of the man, he forehead of cold sweat are emerging.

There was a brief moment of silence before Camille said lightly, "I see.”Kian was relieved and looked to Ayan after ending the call: "Mr.Simpson, Mrs. Simpson said to come over now. *

Ayan did not sound, that handsome face without the slightest ripple oremotion.

In the private room, Ayan was already seated when Camille entered.He and a model named Snow, the winner of this year's modelingcontest, were the only ones in the large private room, so Camille wassomewhat impressed.

She stood frozen in the doorway and saw the smiling woman sittingbeside him laughing crisply, "Mr. Simpson, didn't you say you wouldonly accompany me to dinner? Why is there someone else?"

"Of course there's no one else, she's just here to discuss a project.” Heglanced away lightly, his brow flushed with displeasure.

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him with warm eyesas she spoke, "Ayan, if you want to eat now, we can talk later.”

“You think I have a lot of time on my hands?"

Ayan sat there, his eyes were slightly pale, and he looked at her with abit of impatience.

Camille didn't want to get into an argument with him, so she went inanyway and pulled out a chair at the table and sat directly across fromhim.

She was holding a backup copy of the design, the original was broughtto Simpson Group for him today, and she expected he wouldn't carry itwith him.

She opened the drawing and handed it to Ayan: "Have you read thedrawing? You can tell me if there are any changes or suggestions.""Mr. Simpson, try this, it tastes very good, it's Darkmoor's signature!"Snow also served a bowl of soup in the next second and handed it toAyan, looking at him with a light smile and expectant eyes.

Ayan just glanced at Camille, then reached out to pick up the bowl ofsoup that Snow was holding, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip,his expression mild, "Well, it's really good."

"Mr. Simpson, this is also delicious, shall I give it to you?" Snowhurriedly picked up chopsticks and put the fish into Ayan's bowl.Camille's eyes fell on Ayan's bowl as she did so. He had a cleanlinessproblem and hardly ever touched anything other people's chopstickstouched, even when he was eating with Rex and the others.

As she was thinking about it, Ayan's faint voice followed: "What did youjust ask me?"

Camille looked back at him, realizing as an afterthought that thequestion was asked of her, before responding, "Do you have anycomplaints about the design?"

“I haven't seen it yet, so I don't know if I'm satisfied with it?"

"So are you going to read it now or later?"

Ayan looked at her indifferently, his delicate features wereexpressionless, his brow was slightly furrowed with vague indifference,he asked, "Camille, are you not too impatient now?"

"No." She lowered her eyes to the drawing in her hand, and her mooddid feel a bit like unspeakable emotions were bubbling up to thesurface, and the table in front of her, which she would normally replacedelicious, did not whet her appetite in any way.

Their eyes locked, Camille pursed her lips, then stood up: "I'm going tothe bathroom."

Then, without waiting for Ayan's response, he left the room directly.Coming out of the private room, she walked to the restroom, she took adeep breath and her whole body gradually relaxed a little.

The cell phone in his pocket also rang at that moment.

It's an unfamiliar number.

She pressed the button and before she could speak, Eileen's urgentquestion came through: "Camille, you're really not capable of anything.How can you let him get so close to other women?"