My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 292: Showdown

Chapter 292: Showdown

Camille lightly pursed her lips and asked in a low voice: "Where haveyou been? Why didn't you come back for dinner tonight?"

“I thought it didn't matter where I have been, after all, there hadn't beenany calls or messages all day anyway, right?"

His response was nonchalant, with a haughty self-deprecation.Camille smiled helplessly and said, "But you didn’t call me either, didyou?"

"So I have to reach out to you? And you can't come to me?"

He narrowed his eyes and questioned lightly.

Camille didn't respond, but simply asked, "Ayan, are you really going tokeep talking to me like that?"

Ayan eyes a meal, gaze straight at the woman sitting on the sofa, herappearance cold and indifferent, giving people a sense of gentle, but donot know, she ruthless up who is not her opponent.

Especially when he thought of a man hiding in her heart, he wasfurious.

His pupils tightened and he said in a low voice, "It's late, go take ashower and rest, hun?"

He is not continuing the conversation, so that means the matter is over.Although there are no more arguments, the atmosphere between thetwo is still a bit raw.

Camille does not want to ask for his help at this time, otherwise hiscareful eyes will think it is to replace his help so take the initiative to talk tohim.

Camille's head hurt when she thought of his pettiness, this man wassomehow particularly stingy, especially when it came to mattersconcerning the two of them.

She shook her head helplessly and planned to mention it tomorrow.The night was dreamless, and when she woke up the next day, hehadn't left as early as yesterday.

At breakfast time, she approached him to talk: "Did Rex say anything?""Hmm?"

He ate the dumplings and looked up at her the same way.

She continued, "Didn't he have anything to say when he came runningto Sienna drunk?"

"No."

Rex went straight to the office after waking up from the hotel and didn'tsay a word about knocking on Sienna’s door in the middle of the nightafter getting drunk, so I don't know if he didn't remember anything or ifhe meant something else.

Afterwards the two of them finished their breakfast quietly and Ayanwas about to leave for the office. He walked to the entrance to changehis shoes, glanced at her standing in the middle of the living room andwhispered, “I'm going to the office.”

Camille hmms, pursing her lips a little.

When Ayan saw that she didn't move, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She then reacted and took the initiative to lift her feet towards him, shetilted her head and looked at him, "Ayan, I want to ask you a favor, Ididn't take the initiative to talk to you because I need your help, I don'thave that in mind at all you don't misunderstand me."

Fearing that Ayan would misunderstand, she said everything he couldthink of in advance.

Ayan laughed at her reaction and said lightly, “Is that what I am in youreyes?"

"I didn't think so, I just wanted to explain clearly in advance to avoidunnecessary misunderstandings."

"Say it, what do you want me to do for you?"

His deep eyes were fixed on her.

Camille asked, "I want to look up something, that is, for example,clothes and pants and hats and shoes and things like that, but I don'thave a channel for that, so can you help me with an introduction?"Camille did not deliberately hide, but instead acting straightforward forher purpose, and saved Ayan from guessing or being overly concernedabout her purpose.

Ayan nodded slightly, then asked, “Is there a specific brand?"

"Nothing special, but it is best to have the right to intersect with themajor luxury brands, so that it is also convenient for me to follow upwith the need.”

She looked at him, full of expectation.

Ayan was briefly silent as he thought carefully again, then gave asentence, "I'll have Kian contact you later and he'll recommendsomeone for you, cool?"

"Okay." She nodded, "Thank you, Ayan."

He narrowed his eyes at her and said in a low voice, "If you really wantto thank me, don't keep making me angry, huh?"

Camille was slightly stunned as his deep eyes gave her a firm lookbefore he turned and walked towards the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, she gradually came back to hersenses, she can not help but wonder in the bottom of her mind, whenshe always make him angry?

Anyway, even a little progress could be considered.

In fact, Camille did not have to ask Ayan for help, she could havechosen to use her own resources to replace out the source of the hat, butshe thought it over and finally decided to ask Ayan.

Kian soon contacted her and recommended a luxury designer, a femaledesigner who is well connected with all the major brands.

Camille also knows this man, named Autumn.

With Ayan as an intermediary, Camille expressed her intention withAutumn, and at first did not run directly to the hat, but said the names ofseveral pieces of clothes to let Autumn help check the purchaserecords and the list of purchasing members.

These are internal confidential information, the normal situation is notallowed to be released to the outside, but Autumn and Camille to checkthe store manager is good friends, so can get smoothly.

Autumn sent the list to Camille and casually asked, "What are youlooking for these for? You're not going to sell it, are you?"

"Of course not, it's against the law, I just want to understand theirpreferences and at the same time sift through their identities so that itwill help me with the job at hand.”

Camille's explanation was quite reasonable, so Autumn didn't thinkmuch of it and just asked, "What other brands do you need to send meall together?"

"Good, then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome, I've worked with Mr. Simpson and know you're hiswife, so it's only natural that I should do this favor.”

Camille didn't expect Ayan to directly indicate their relationship withAutumn, her heart crossed with an indescribable warmth.

Camille told Autumn the brand of the Preston hat, and then askedAutumn to bring her the last three months of purchase records.

This hat brand in recent years is very hot, every quarter on the newnew will sell crazy, so the list of tens of thousands of people to sort out,and tens of thousands of people may also have the possibility ofrenaming.

But it doesn't matter, she mainly wants to confirm whether there is sucha thing or not?

Camille and Sienna found a dozen Mollys out of tens of thousands ofpeople, and finally checked the membership information to determinethat the Molly they were looking for had bought the hat a month ago.She bought a total of two tops, which are lovers’ types.

Each hat had a number, Camille opened her phone to check the photoshe took of the hat with Molly's purchase number comparison, andfinally confirmed that Preston's hat is Molly's purchase.

After a busy day, they finally had the results.

But Camille didn't feel any relief, instead the pressure was heavier.

But Sienna’s focus was different from hers. Sienna said, "Finally, I knowwhy Molly hates you, so you really like Preston, huh?"

She was simply guessing before, but she didn't expect it to really be thecase.

Even lovers’ type.

She tsked twice, “Isn't Molly disgusting?"

"Don't talk about other people, it's none of our business.” Camilleinterrupted her, emotions not much higher.

Sienna sits cross-legged, facing Camille, and asks, "Now that we'vefound out, is it time for a showdown with Preston?"

Camille glanced at Sienna with a slightly serious look and an indifferentvoice, "Well, yeah."

Sienna gazed at her, her fine eyelashes blinking, and asked, "Cami,why don't you wait until after your birthday before you break it to him?"