My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 259: Clarification

Ayan felt the meaning of the word fear for the first ime and immediately contacted Sienna.

When the call came through, Ayan asked instantly, “Where's Camille?” “She's at work. What's wrong with Eileen? Now everyone was smearing Cami, thinking that Cami deliberately framed Simpson Group because she wanted to get Simpson Group. Her mobile phone was about to explode and there were many reporters and so-called volunteers waiting downstairs in the company, what should I do now?” Sienna sounded so anxious that she could have strangled Eileen. Ayan had anticipated what she was saying and immediately contacted Camille to turned her cell phone off.

Listening to Sienna, he looked gloomy and said in an extremely hoarse voice, “Would you please take her downstairs to the underground parking lot to wait for me, I'll go over immediately. If not, don't go out of the company and please take care of her for me before I come. Thanks for your trouble.”

The last a few words were really rare from Ayan's mouth.

But there was no much time for that. Sienna agreed immediately and went to the office to find Camille.

Camille stood with her arms wrapped around her chest by the floor-to- ceiling window, where she had a clear view of the crowd gathering below the building.

It was very dense, like ants.

Hearing the door opened, she was stunned then she heard Sienna say, “It's me.”

Camille looked at her and whispered, “I'm fine. Have anyone been affected?”

“This is no time to consider others. Take care of yourself and the baby first.” Sienna walked over and stood in front of her. She said in a low voice, “Ayan called me just now. He asked me to find a way to walk you downstairs to the garage. I'm going to get out and look around. Nobody knows me, so they won't do anything to me.”

“Find someone to come with you.”

“Well, don't leave the office until I knock on the door, alright?”

Sienna’s caution made Camille nod, a bitter taste running through her heart.

When Sienna left, Camille locked the door.

In another office across the wall, Preston was furious, too. On the ground were scattered glasses.

He tugged at his tie with one hand, then crossed his waist and shouted in a cold voice, “Are you crazy?"

The woman on the other end of the phone said unconcernedly, “I'm not crazy. I just said what I want to say and I didn’t point at Camille as the mastermind.”

“Eileen, I told you not to injure her. Don't you understand? Do you think I won't do anything to you, given our relationship? Do you know what Camille means to me? Are you forcing me to hate you by doing this?” Preston questioned word by word. His face was extremely gloomy, with a distinct chill on his eyebrows.

His words silenced Eileen for half a second. “What do you mean?”

“I've warned you time and time again not to injure her even if you don’t like her. I won't settle accounts with you this time, but Ayan won't spare you certainly. You'd better figure out yourself.”

“Are you threatening me? Do you care about her so much? Don't forget that our relationship is much more...." Eileen was thrilled.

“So, you want to get your way because of our relationships?” Preston sneered, “You want Ayan to be willing to marry you, but I don't care. No matter what method is used, I'll achieve my purposes and Camille will be there for me. As for the rest, do you think I'll care them?”

Preston's ruthlessness and decisiveness were clear to Eileen from the first day she met him.

Otherwise, he would not have endured until now, nor would he have been used by others to achieve his goals, nor would he have stayed dormant in the King family for so many years, only to harden his wings. Eileen felt fear at this moment.

She feared Preston more than Ayan. Even if she knew that that if she did something that hit his bottom line, he wouldn't really do anything to her, but the process would be definitely painful for her. As for Ayan, he won't do anything scary. Everything would come in the open.

Eileen was silent.

She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't because she didn't know what to say. What's more, Preston didn't give her a chance to talk and hang up the call.

Preston dropped the phone to his desk. He narrowed his eyes. His face was full of sneer. Then he thought, “That's alright. Let Camille see who can protect her.”

Preston looked at the people gathering downstairs. Then he called to his secretary and asked, "Where's Miss. Armstrong?”

“Miss. Armstrong is in the office.”

"Is she alone?”

“Yeah.”

Preston nodded, then went to Camille's office.

He knocked on the door and whispered, “Cami, It's me.”

Camille asked, “What's up?”

“Are you OK? I contacted a journalist who cooperated with us to ask him the matter online. The reporter said that it may be a bit tricky and it's not good for you if it continues. How do you think the solution I mentioned to you before?”

Camille's face was a little stiff. Why did he mention it again?

She said, "Preston, I want to be quiet. I don't want to say that thing, it's unfair to you.”

Preston pursed his lips and took a silent breath, “Cami, open the door. When it comes to you, I don't care if it is fair. I just don’t want put you in any danger. Now the rumors on the Internet are too fierce. If it continues, you will be misunderstood by the public though Simpson Group clarifies.”

“Well, Preston, don't say any more. can you leave me alone?

Preston was silent and looked solemn.

In the end, of course, he didn't force Camille to open the door.

Camille, who was across the door, sat expressionlessly on the sofa. She was not moved by Preston's words at all.

She wondered why Preston insisted on replacing her as the architect. If it was for fear that she would be hurt, she would appreciate it. But she had already refused and expressed her inner thoughts. Now he mentioned it again, which made Camille feel a bit uncomfortable.

Was she too petty?

Preston was obviously helping her, and she should be grateful.

How could she feel so uncomfortable right now?

Camille pursed her lips and twisted her eyebrows, sitting silently for a while.

About ten minutes later, Sienna came back.

She knocked on the door, “Cami, open the door.”

Hearing her voice, Camille got up and opened the door.

Seeing Sienna, she asked, "May I go down?"

“Nope. There are a few reporters disguised as the employees of the company opposite waiting at the door and the basement are full of the reporters who are holding their cameras. Therefore, we can’t go downstairs. We can only stay at the office and wait for Ayan.”

Camille nodded, looking upset.

Sienna followed her into the office, closed the door and locked it.

She comforted, “Don’t be cranky. It is all Eileen’s nonsense. You are not such a person. People who know you are not unaware and the Simpson family will also believe you.”

Camille smiled faintly, but it was too faint to tell if you didn’t look closely. She was silent for a moment and then asked in a low voice, "Sienna, do you think that the rumors will come true?”

“What do you mean?”

“The people who say these words are just to sow discord, but a lot of people who listen to these words will remember them a little bit. Besides, there's no smoke without fire. Do you think Ayan would fall for it if he hears too much?”

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