My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1276: Escaping

Chapter 1276: Escaping

Camille fell into a brief contemplation and then looked up again at Yessica, saying, "Call Quintus later and give him this business card. Ask him to contact the person on the card."

"Cami, are you trying to help Quintus? But back then..." Yessica hesitated.

“I know, so I have my own plan. This company can provide him with temporary work, and I hope he can give me the information I want in return,” Camille replied.

The business card Camille handed to Yessica belonged to Jenson. Since the museum project, Jenson had been in a state of frequent business trips, though he was actually in Hance City. As for why Preston didn't know this, it was because he was not familiar with Jenson. Therefore, he was unaware of Jenson's whereabouts. Arranging Quintus to go to Jenson's side was a test for him. If Quintus was still loyal to Preston, he would definitely inform Preston about Jenson. If not, then Preston would remain ignorant of Jenson's situation.

So Camille was gambling once again.

She instructed Yessica not to be too deliberate. If Quintus asked about Jenson, she should only mention their previous collaboration on the museum project. After all, Camille had also been involved in the project, so it wouldn't be surprising if she knew Jenson.

With a slight pursing of her lips, Camille waited until Yessica left the office before she herself stood up from her desk. Holding her phone, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and hesitated for a while. Then she dialed a series of numbers.

The call was quickly answered, and a deep voice spoke from the other end, "It's me."

Camille spoke calmly, "How should I give you what you want? By email or courier?"

"Is it convenient for us to meet?" he asked.

Camille's face turned cold, a hint of indifference in her eyes and tone as she replied, "No, let's not. It seems that we don't have a reason to meet, and besides, I don't want anyone to know about this.”

"Cami, you just don't want to see me, right? These are all just excuses,” he chuckled lightly, his tone filled with certainty. He then added, "Alright, if you don't want to meet, then so be it. But I believe we will meet again sooner or later."

He seemed confident and certain, as if he believed Camille would eventually comply with his wishes.

However, while he spoke, Camille neither exposed nor denied anything. She simply said calmly, "So, how do you want me to give you what you want?"

He remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "Send it to me!" "Alright, send me an address!" Camille's tone remained cold. After saying that, she wanted to end the call directly. However, the man's voice came up again, saying, "Cami, since you agreed to cooperate with me, then take it seriously. Don't try to do anything against my interests in order to protect Ayan. I wouldn't be happy about that. You should know, deep down, who is more important to you, Ayan or Timmy."

"I know, you don't need to remind me," Camille said coldly and hung up the phone immediately.

She tightly gripped her phone, took a silent breath, and her expression became even colder. She held her breath and remained silent for a long time before turning back and returning to her desk.

She opened Ayan's scheduled itinerary, which contained both truth and falsehood. Only in this way could she make Preston believe.

Preston asked her who was more important, Timmy or Ayan?

In her heart, both of them were important. It's just that the extent of their importance was different. Ayan was her lifelong partner, and they would accompany each other until old age. Timmy was the child she had given everything for, the child of her and Ayan. Regardless of when and where, she and Ayan would protect Timmy at all costs.

So both of them were equally important to Camille, just with different degrees of importance.

However, Preston believed that Camille chose Timmy because, after all, one was her child, while the other was a man she loved. Children are unique, but there can be other men.

Perhaps only someone like Preston would think that it's impossible to have it both ways, but Camille would never hurt one person for the sake of another.

Camille pursed her lips as she sent Ayan's itinerary, as requested by Preston, to the address he provided via a local courier service.

The address Preston gave was a supermarket, crowded with numerous people and chaotic. But of course, Camille wouldn't miss such an opportunity. She directly called Ayan's assistant and asked the assistant to arrange for two people to go to that address and see if they recognized any familiar faces. If they did, they were to notify her immediately.

However, Camille knew that it was probably a futile effort. After all, someone as cautious and distrustful as Preston wouldn't give her a genuinely useful address. She simply didn't want to miss any chance of obtaining information about Preston.

After completing this series of tasks, about an hour had passed. Because the courier service was for door-to-door pickup, Sienna also saw it.

After Camille sent the package, Sienna casually asked, "What did you send?"

Camille didn't speak, just pursed her lips, seeming hesitant.

Sienna understood her well. Seeing her like this, she knew something was up and stared at her, asking, "What are you up to? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Camille looked solemn. She was conflicted. Should she tell Sienna or not?

Because Ayan hadn't mentioned this matter either. He had been busy lately, so she was worried that telling him would affect his own affairs. But whether this matter was big or small, it was unclear what Preston intended to do. If Preston was lucky enough, would he quickly realize that this itinerary was not Ayan's actual schedule? And what would he do then?

The more Camille thought about it, the deeper her worries became. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with hidden struggles. Her hesitation and worried thoughts were all evident to Sienna. Sienna pressed on, "What's going on? I can tell you've been hiding something from me, and it's not something trivial. Ayan isn't home, so if you don't tell me, who are you planning to tell? Will you handle it all by yourself? That's foolish. Hurry up and tell me."

After Sienna finished speaking, she didn't feel like working anymore. She grabbed Camille and headed straight to her office.

The office door closed behind them, and Sienna confronted Camille directly. To prevent Camille from evading, Sienna gripped her arm tightly with one hand and stared at her with both eyes. She asked, "Speak up and explain clearly to me. I'm asking you very kindly now. If I get angry, even I'm scared of myself."

Camille raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips, and smiled faintly. She said, "Actually, it's nothing.”

"Don't try to evade with that kind of response. Spit it out.”

Sienna insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Only then did Camille speak softly, “Can we sit down and talk?"

Sienna didn't move, clearly showing her concern that Camille wouldn't open up. However, she carefully observed Camille for a moment before nodding, indicating her agreement.

The two of them walked over to the sofa and sat down. Sienna crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaned back on the sofa, and even propped up one leg. With warm but indifferent eyes, she looked at Camille and said, "Speak!"

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