My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1294: Patience

Chapter 1294: Patience

"What Mr. Tillery said, I am well aware of the capabilities and influence of the Tillery Group, so how could I possibly underestimate them? Mr. Tillery seems to have had too much to drink. It's better for him to go back and rest. We can discuss work-related matters tomorrow.” Although it was still late at night here, not even midnight yet, in foreign countries, it would be dawn in a little while.

Ayan hadn't experienced jet lag and was grateful for waking up late during the day. Otherwise, enduring like this would surely lead to sudden death!

Ayan's words were already indicating to Mr. Tillery that the phone call was coming to an end, right?

Mr. Tillery didn't say much more either. Perhaps he was really drunk and didn't want to escalate the situation with Ayan. Although Tillery Group was formidable, Ayan was someone he wanted to cooperate with and utilize. He certainly couldn't afford to fall out with Ayan so quickly. Ayan had great value to him!

Mr. Tillery hung up the phone as he wished, and then his secretary took the phone from Ayan's hand and returned to the car. However, his mood seemed quite bad, so he didn't even let the secretary get into the car. He directly told the driver to leave, leaving the secretary standing alone in the wind, dazed.

Naturally, Ayan also witnessed this scene. He exchanged a glance with Kian, and Kian understood what he meant and got out of the car.

Kian left for about five or six minutes, then came back with Mr. Tillery's secretary.

Kian was driving, Mr. Tillery's secretary sat in the passenger seat, and Ayan was alone in the back seat.

Kian asked Mr. Tillery's secretary, "Where do you live? Give me the location.”

Kian wasn't very familiar with the roads here, and this car was arranged by Tillery Group for his convenience.

After Mr. Tillery's secretary provided the location to Kian, he remained silent in the passenger seat without making any sound. The journey went smoothly the whole way. It was a less crowded time, so there was no traffic congestion.

They quickly arrived at the secretary's apartment. The area wasn't particularly busy, and the apartment was quite ordinary, which made Kian suddenly feel fortunate.

Compared to Simpson Group, Tillery Group naturally had greater influence internationally, but Simpson Group's influence in the country and in Hance City couldn't be underestimated either.

If we compare the two, Mr. Tillery, as a listed corporation, naturally had broader business and connections than Simpson Group. However, Simpson Group had steadily and solidly progressed step by step. Every project they undertook was well thought out and could withstand scrutiny. Tillery Group couldn't match that.

Especially when the secretary of a chairman of a listed corporation lived in such an ordinary small apartment, it clearly didn't align with his status.

But that was someone else's business, and Ayan and Kian certainly wouldn't meddle.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Tillery's secretary, Ayan restarted the car and returned to the hotel with Kian.

Perhaps Kian had been influenced by Yessica, as he had developed a bit of curiosity.

He glanced at Ayan through the rearview mirror and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, do you think Mr. Tillery's secretary could be a breakthrough?" Ayan had originally closed his eyes, but upon hearing Kian's words, he instinctively opened them. He squinted his eyes and looked at Kian with a faint hint of indifference shimmering in his gaze. He didn't speak, but he had already conveyed his thoughts.

Kian immediately closed his mouth, unsure of whether to continue speaking. At that moment, Ayan's voice slowly resounded, as he said, "We don't need to find someone close to him as a breakthrough. As long as we don't reveal our intentions and what we want, Mr. Tillery won't be able to blackmail us. Let's meet Horace tomorrow; he probably has some news. Also, take advantage of these two days to find out if there are any illegal aspects to the project Mr. Tillery mentioned tonight.”

Ayan's silence and lack of response were simply because he didn't like the project and felt that it concealed some unspeakable secrets. However, he couldn't find any evidence to prove it. Only with evidence could he completely convince himself to stay away from Mr. Tillery, a businessman driven solely by self-interest. Even if he had the desired project in his hands, he would give it up. Kian understood Ayan's meaning and subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Back at the hotel, it was already very late. After sending a message to Camille, Ayan went to take a shower and rest. Camille only saw the message in the morning. By the time Ayan was resting, it was already past four in the morning in the country. Seeing him staying up so late, she couldn't help but worry, despite knowing there was a time difference.

However, Camille didn't have a chance to express her concerns to Ayan. She had already left early in the morning with Sienna to go to the company. The second round of the design competition was tomorrow, so Camille was busy accompanying Sienna these past few days, and the busier she was, the more things piled up.

And now, Preston, who had received Ayan's schedule, had disappeared for two or three days and reappeared. He immediately called Camille, but since it was an unfamiliar number, she didn't know it was him until she heard his voice after answering the call. Camille subconsciously widened her eyes, her face filled with a look of fear and concern. But she pretended to remain calm, holding her breath as she asked, "What's the matter?"

If Preston had listened carefully, he would have noticed the obvious trembling in Camille's voice when she asked that question. But at the moment, Preston paid no attention to any abnormality in Camille's voice. Instead, his mind was filled with his own thoughts and intentions. He asked Camille, "Why hasn't Ayan shown up these past few days?" "He caught a cold and is working from home," Camille said indifferently. Preston clearly didn't believe her, so he instinctively asked, "He's working from home? So he's been at home these past few days?" “Yesterday he was at home," Camille replied, of course not revealing that he had been at home all this time. After all, Preston had called to ask, so she couldn't answer like that.

Preston still didn't believe her, and suspicion flashed in his eyes. In a low voice, he said, “So he's still at home now?"

From his questioning tone, Camille could sense his doubt about the situation. But at the same time, she also realized that he didn't know where Ayan was at the moment. As long as he didn't know where Ayan was, she would feel relieved. So Camille's response was calm and composed as she said, "Yes, he's at home."

Preston still didn't believe her, but he didn't express any further doubts. He simply asked, “If Ayan is at home, then where is Kian?"

"Kian isn't my secretary. How would I know where Kian is? Kian is Ayan's secretary. If Ayan is working from home, then obviously Kian wouldn't be at home with him," Camille replied impatiently, but she couldn't afford not to answer.

The atmosphere remained tense for a while, but Preston didn't say anything else. After ending the call, Camille immediately called her assistant because Kian had arranged for someone to keep an eye on Preston, and the assistant was aware of it. She asked the assistant, “Is the person watching Preston still there? Do you know if he's made any moves?"

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