Chapter 1119: Concern

Chapter 1119: Concern

Each of them looked a bit peculiar, especially in their frequent attempts

to be attentive to her. Although their attentiveness wasn't accompanied

by ulterior motives, Camille still felt a slight discomfort.

Deciding to address it directly, Camille asked.

They exchanged glances and then shook their heads one after another,

saying, "No."

Camille smiled faintly and said, "Are you all curious about why I'm

here?"

The secretaries’ assistants dared not speak up but could only

accompany her with smiles.

Choosing an empty seat, Camille sat down. She spoke gently, "You can

ask me directly; it's okay!"

Perhaps because Camille was easy to talk to, and she usually had a

gentle demeanor, creating an impression of kindness, one of the female

assistants couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Simpson, are you really coming

to work at Simpson Group?"

This assistant had interacted with Camille quite a bit. Ayan had

instructed her to work with Camille at the museum for a few days

before. Having seen Camille's working style, she knew Camille wasn't

an arrogant or overbearing person.

In response to the assistants question, Camille smiled slightly and

raised her eyebrows, asking in return, "Do you think so?"

The assistant said, "I estimate it's probably not, right?"

"Congratulations, you're correct.” Camille looked at everyone and said

lightly, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I'm just here for a day to fill in. So,

continue with your usual tasks, don't mind me, and don't feel

uncomfortable, okay?"

Camille was very candid, and this made everyone stop overthinking.

Actually, it wasn't that they were afraid of Camille really joining them in

work; they were just worried about not knowing how to get along with

her.

Just that.

After Camille's frank explanation, everyone started working seriously.

Camille returned to her desk. Probably finding the process of

organizing files a bit boring, she proactively approached a male

assistant and asked, "Is there any work you want me to handle?"

The male assistant said, "Mrs. Simpson..."

"Call me Secretary Armstrong!" Camille corrected, preventing the

mention of "Mrs. Simpson" to maintain the atmosphere.

The male assistant quickly corrected himself, "Secretary Armstrong, Mr.

Simpson doesn't have many work arrangements this morning. So, you

can make a lunch reservation for Mr. Simpson a bit earlier, and around

one o'clock, Mr. Simpson will have a meeting."

Camille nodded gently, "Alright."

Although it was just making a lunch reservation, it was still work, and it

needed to be treated seriously.

As Camille returned to her seat, preparing to check her phone for lunch

options, the male assistant received a phone call. Camille didn't know

what the other party said, but the male assistant frowned, explaining in

a low voice. However, the other party seemed difficult to deal with, and

the male assistant seemed troubled as he said, "Mr. Simpson is busy. If

you don't have an appointment, it's impossible to arrange a meeting

with him."

The other party probably used threatening language, causing the male

assistant considerable difficulty. However, following Ayan's usual work

habits and the way Kian handled such situations, meeting Ayan without

an appointment was indeed impossible.

So, the male assistant was in a bit of a dilemma. Judging by the

arrogant and haughty tone of the other party, it seemed like they had

encountered Mr. Simpson and had some interaction with him.

Therefore, the male assistant was somewhat worried about whether

offending this person would cause trouble for Mr. Simpson.

The assistant remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. After a

few seconds, he spoke, asking the other party to wait for a moment. He

quickly walked over to Camille, inquiring in a low voice, "Mrs. Simpson,

there's a young lady who claims to be a friend of Mr. Simpson and

wants to see him. However, she doesn't have an appointment, and

according to the rules, she can't meet him. But this young lady insists

that Mr. Simpson made an appointment with her, so..."

"A young lady?"

"Yes."

Camille pursed her lips, a faint coldness appearing on her face. Her

gaze paused for a moment, and then she calmly said, "Did she mention

why she wants to see Mr. Simpson?"

The assistant shook his head, “No, she didn't. So, I'm not sure whether

I should invite her up or not."

Camille nodded and then said, "Please bring her up. Let me see if I

know her."

After Camille's decision, the male assistant nodded and quickly

returned to his desk to continue responding to the woman's call.

Following Camille's instructions, the assistant invited the woman

upstairs. Instead of taking her directly to the office to meet Ayan, they

brought her to Camille first.

Because there was an outsider, the assistant addressed Camille as

"Secretary," saying, "Secretary Armstrong, this is Mr. Simpson's friend.

Do you think Mr. Simpson has time now?"

The assistant left the decision to Camille.

Camille looked at the woman with a calm gaze. She had an average

appearance but an outstanding figure. When did Ayan make friends

with her?

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a faint smile on her face. She then

said in a low voice, "Hello, miss. May I ask if you are looking for Mr.

Simpson?"

The woman glanced at Camille, perhaps feeling a bit uneasy. She

appeared slightly stiff, but there was no hesitation in her response,

“Yes, I am a friend of Mr. Simpson. We met in Dane City, and we

agreed to meet. Now, please arrange for me to see Mr. Simpson."

Upon hearing the words "Dane City" and “agreed,” Camille's

expression softened a bit.

The male assistant, on the side, seemed to react as if he had heard

some incredible secret. He looked at Camille subconsciously, feeling a

bit regretful for inviting this woman up. If this were true, wouldn't Mr.

Simpson annihilate him?

The male assistant was in a state of panic, but Camille showed no

signs of emotion or anxiety. Instead, she calmly looked at the woman

and said, "I still don't know your name. Would you mind telling me? Mr.

Simpson is currently busy. Why don't you sit down and rest for a

while?"

Seeing the beautiful secretary treat her with such respect and courtesy,

the woman felt a surge of vanity. She spoke gently, "My name is

Lindsey."

"Miss Lindsey, hello." Camille responded calmly.

Miss Lindsey smiled and sat down in the chair opposite Camille to rest

for a while. After about ten minutes, the intercom on the desk rang.

Camille picked it up, saying, "Hello?"

A gentle voice came from the other end, "What are you doing?"

Camille replied with a blank expression, "Is there something?"

He asked tentatively, "Is it inconvenient with someone around?" Camille

remained silent, and he continued, "I've finished my work. Can you

come in and chat with me for a while?"

"Great!" Camille happily agreed, then casually placed the receiver

down. She looked at Miss Lindsey in front of her and said lightly, "Miss

Lindsey, Mr. Simpson has finished his work. You can go in now."

Upon hearing this, Miss Lindsey became ecstatic. She stood up from

the chair, thanking Camille, "Okay, thank you, Secretary Armstrong. I'll

go in now."

Miss Lindsey was overjoyed. After all, it was Ayan's secretary who

allowed her to enter. Didn't that mean Ayan himself allowed her to

come in?

With a cheerful expression, Miss Lindsey walked towards Ayan's office.

She had a delighted smile on her face as she knocked on the door and

then pushed it open without waiting for a response.

In the office, Ayan sat at his desk, reviewing documents. When he

heard the door opening and footsteps, he didn't lift his head, assuming

it was Camille, especially after their recent phone call.

He spoke in a gentle tone, "Feeling unhappy? Did I give you too much

work?"

Miss Lindsey froze for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning

behind Ayan's words. She stopped in her tracks, standing still in the

room.

At the same time, she felt happy because, in her interpretation, Ayan

was showing concern for her, right?

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and her face displayed a shy

expression.

Perhaps not hearing any response, Ayan continued, "Why are you

ignoring me?"

Miss Lindsey listened to Ayan's gentle tone. She couldn't resist it. She

bit her lip again, and her voice, soft and tender, replied, “Mr. Simpson,

I'm not ignoring you. I've come to see you, haven't 1?"

As soon as Miss Lindsey uttered the first word, Ayan raised his head.

His face showed no expression as he stared at the woman. His eyes

were filled with anger as he questioned, "Who are you?"