Camille looked directly back at him the next second, but she didn't
answer his question in the end.
As for Ayan, he didn't ask any more in that his phone rang at this
moment.
It was Kian.
Kian said, âMr. Simpson. I just learned that there were two vigorous and
resolute executive managers at Armstrong Corp that were brought by
Grace. They are from Flento City.â
âWell. I see.â Ayan cut off the phone and put it at the center console. He
glanced ahead with a deep stare and then looked at the woman in the
co-pilot. âDid you arrange the two people in Armstrong Corp?â He
asked.
Camille cocked her head and stared at Ayan with a faint smile, âYou got
it?"
I had someone to keep an eye on Armstrong Corp in case something
bad could be addressed as soon as possible after it happens.
Camille said, "Mario borrowed them to me.â
âHe is not as easy-going as he looks. Is he willing to lend you?"
Ayan was incredulous apparently, for he was also a businessman.
Businessmen know each other best.
Camille laughed, âSienna and I are good friends. Though they are not
siblings, they grew up together. It's not strange that he is willing to help
me.â
Ayan stared at her, looking serious. His Adam's apple rolled up and
down and his voice cracked subconsciously, âI don't care what he helps
you for, but you have to remember that you are married and even
pregnant. It's better to keep a distance from the other men.â
Camille paused in a flash. She just pressed her lips and didnât speak.
Back at the apartment, they had dinner with grandma and went for a
walk together.
In the evening, when Camille came out of the shower. Ayan was still
checking his schedule for the next day with his tablet. Camille sat at the
empty seat next to him.
She looked and asked, âHow did you get on that thing earlier?â
âHuh?â
âThe man hid behind the baby-sitter.â Since the incident happened,
neither of them dared to tell the Simpson's manson and grandma. They
have been hiding it until now
Camille already had a serious psychological shadow, so she just didn't
want to hire any baby-sitter.
However, Ayan already had plans to employ one from Simpson's
manson to work temporarily.
Because Camille was pregnant, he would be worried if she employed
anyone else.
Ayan looked at Camille subconsciously with his eyes narrowing sightly
and said, âNothing yet, if there is a progression, I'll let you know.â
She didnât think much about it, just nodding in response.
Camille then picked up her phone and started to chat with Sienna, not
noticing that Ayan's eyes got more serious and hesitant.
The next afternoon, Kian roughly figured things out after inquiring from
many sources and even spending a sum of money on cigarettes and
drinks.
Then he came to the office directly. Camille asked Yessica to get some
water and shut the door.
Preston saw that by chance. He asked Yessica, âIsn't that Mr.
Simpson's secretary?â
Yessica nodded, âWell, it's Mr. Reid.â
âWhy is he here?"
âWell. I donât know. Mr. Armstrong didnât say, but I think they must have
something to discuss.â
Preston glanced at the closed door with his eyes showing surprise.
In the office, Camille beckoned Kian to sit down to talk.
Kian nodded and sat down, taking a sip of water. Then he handed
Camille the photo.
He said, âMrs. Simpson, this is the picture I took. He is Mr. Armstrong's
secretary, Elijah. He has been with Mr. Armstrong for many years. Mr.
Armstrong trusts him very much. So to speak, he is trusted by the
entire Armstrong family.
Camille opened the photo that Kian handed over. She glanced at the
figure lightly before looking at Kian. Then she asked, âDoes Elijah have
anything to do with these two jumpers?â
âYes, I thought it was impossible at first. He works for Mr. Armstrong.
Since he has worked for Mr. Armstrong for so long time, he must be
treated well. But after I checked him, I found it was indeed the case.
When Kian finished speaking, Camille also became silent.
If there is a problem with Elijah, Armstrong Cropâs breakdowns would
not be a simple business model problem, but be premeditated.
Kian looked at Camille, who kept silent. âWhat are you going to do, Mrs.
Simpson.â He whispered.
Camille raised her eyes and asked, âDoes Grace know his problems?â
âNo, if she knew, she would have given herself away by now.â
Kian was straightforward because Grace is simple and wears all her
emotions on her face.
Camille narrowed her eyes and kept silent for about half a minute
before she said, âCould you come with me to meet with him?â Then you
can check on him. If there is something wrong with him, he will reveal
himself. After all, nothing would happen until he gets alarmed,
otherwise we can't do anything if he does nothing."
Kian was stunned.
He didnât know why. For a moment, he saw Ayan's shadow in Camille's
expression.
Camille stared at him. âMr. Reid, what do you think?"
Only then did he gather his wits together. He quickly said, âYeah, you
are right. Shall we go to meet with him now?"
Camille smiled and left the office with Kian.
As they walked out, Preston came out from the break room with his
coffee coincidently. He saw Camille and asked, âCamille, you want to
go out?â
âWell, I have to go to the hospital.â
âTo see Brody? How are things going now? I was just about to ask you,
is it convenient for Brody to drop by at this time?â
Preston glanced at Kian out of the corner of his eyes. His eyes were
fixed on Camille.
Camille said, âHe is stable now, but he can't be agitated while resting.
It's better not to visit him until things in company are under control.â
âWell. I'll listen to you. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.â
âWell, don't worry. I'll ask you for help if needed. Don't try to escape.â
Camille smiled and Preston smiled back. The atmosphere seemed to
become harmonious.
Camille and Kian took the elevator and walked out the office building.
Kian drove her to Armstrong Corp.
Sitting in the back seat, she took out her phone and sent Grace a
message, âSqueeze some time to go to Armstrong Corp now and I'll go,
too.â
Grace replied immediately, âNow? What's up?â
âSee you later.â
She texted these words and stopped looking at her phone.
At the moment, Kian, who was driving, grew solemn and said, âMrs.
Simpson, you may have to fasten your seat belt.â
*Huh?â
âThere is a car following us.â
Camille looked behind subconsciously. There was a black car following
them. âAre you sure that it is following us?" She asked uncertainly.
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