Chapter 415: Commissioning

Chapter 415: Commissioning

Camille didn't say yes or no, just looked faintly at the woman behind

her.

Ayan noticed, then took the initiatives to take her hand and lead her

forward as he spoke, "This is Camille, my wife."

"This is Cora Hayes, whose husband is working with Simpson Group

on securing a commission partnership and is now a partner with

Simpson Group."

He explained succinctly, and Camille nodded slightly in a polite manner,

"Hello."

Cora's eyes fell on her abdomen, but only for a moment before

responding with a quick, "Hello."

The two smiled at each other, the smile was very light and faint, but

because it was the first time they met, it was enough.

But Camille from Cora just when hearing Ayan introduced her identity,

Cora's eyes under the floating a not quite natural strange, although a

flash, but she still clearly noticed.

But Camille didn't probe, nor did she keep gazing at Cora to gawk, she

pretended not to see.

After greeting each other, the atmosphere was quiet.

Ayan's low voice asked again, "You're eating with me?"

“No, after all, you and Miss Hayes to talk about cooperation, I no longer

too convenient, the company side is still waiting for me together!"

Camille is smiling, but her tone is one of detachment and rejection.

Then she also didn't give Ayan any response at all, her eyes went

straight to Cora and smiled, "Miss Hayes, then I'll go first, you guys

talk.”

When she finished, she had already pulled her hand away from Ayan's

hand and walked in the direction of the private room.

Her figure had already entered the booth, but Ayan's gaze was always

on, and the handsome face was somewhat vaguely tense.

Cora saw this and asked softly in a low voice, "Did you have some kind

of conflict?"

"No." He briefly denied, indifferent gaze to Cora solemnly said: "We

have a good relationship as a couple, so we do not bother Miss Hayes

concern."

His sentence Miss Hayes let Cora eyes stunned, instantly no courage

and bottom of the speech.

She held her breath and remained silent, just when Kian came over

and she and Ayan didn't have to be alone.

After the meal, Ayan asked Kian to take her back to the hotel and

reminded her, "Do you want me to arrange a driver to pick up Mr.

Norman from Hance City tomorrow? *

Cora shook her head, "No, I'll drive myself to pick him up.”

"Good, there is a driver in instead of disturbing you couple, then the

evening by me to buy a dinner together, I will bring my wife a piece to

attend, also as a formal acquaintance, I hope the future cooperation

happy."

Ayan's expression was warm and light, without the slightest hint of

laughter, and after he finished he didn't wait for Cora to respond he

passed a look directly to Kian and then turned around and walked back

to the restaurant to wait for Camille.

Cora could see his indifference and disregard, if not for this

cooperation, he probably would have ignored her, right?

She pursed her lips, a face stiffened beyond recognition, and a look

that seemed like grief slid across her eyes.

Kian's voice rang out slowly, "Miss Hayes, I'll take you back to the

hotel."

Cora then came back to her senses and hurriedly responded, "Yes,

please.”

Kian: "You're welcome. That's what I should do."

Sitting in the car, Kian drove the car smoothly down the road.

Cora sat in the back seat and looked out the window at the roads

passing by, all were very familiar places once, but she haven't seen

them for many years, everthing has changed a lot, so much less about

the people?

She remained silent for a long time before she spoke in a low voice:

"Mr. Reid, please allow me to take the liberty of asking, are your Mr.

Simpson and Mrs. Simpson a good couple? Have they been fighting

recently?"

Kian smiled lightly: "Miss Hayes, I am just a secretary, these are Mr.

Simpson's family matters, I have no rights to interfere.”

Cora said in a shallow voice: "Well, I understand, I didn't mean anything

else, I just saw Mrs. Simpson today and she seemed a little upset, so I

couldn't help but ask a few more questions.”

She saw Camille's slightly bulging abdomen and held back from asking

at the time, but now she couldn't help but say, “Their baby should be

born soon, right?"

"Well, very soon."

Kian's answers were always ambiguous, not particularly definitive or

certain.

This was the professionalism of a secretary.

Cora murmured, "He must really like her, huh? *

She sketched out a faint smile, so faint that it was almost hard to see.

Kian scanned through the rearview mirror and saw her expression

seemed a little different, and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Hayes, is

there something wrong with you?"

Cora shook her head: "No, I just wanted to know more about it because

I was ready to work with him.

Without thinking much about it, Kian casually responded, "Madam is

very talented and powerful.”

This answer left Cora with a somewhat complicated expression on her

face. She couldn't help but think, "Naturally his wife should be powerful

and talented, otherwise how can she be worthy?

The corners of her mouth rose, sketching out a light smile of self-

deprecation.

But it soon dispersed as her phone rang at that moment.

Looking at the caller ID, she immediately picked it up with a gentle face,

"Hi Austin.”

"How are you getting used to it in Hance City?"

Austin Norman was concerned.

She said, "Well, it's not bad, the Simpson Group is very caring, what

time do you arrive tomorrow and I'll pick you up?”

“I can meet you directly at the hotel around 4 p. m."

"Well, see what's convenient for you."

"Is there something wrong with you? Why does it sound breathless?"

“No, it's probably because I haven't been away from home for too long,

so I miss the food at home a bit." She casually found an excuse.

But Austin asked meaningfully, “Is it really just because you miss the

food at home and nothing else?"

Cora naturally denied it, and because Kian was there, she immediately

ended the conversation and moved on to work.

After Kian dropped Cora off at the hotel, he immediately drove to the

restaurant and left the car for Ayan.

It was after 9:00 p. m. when Camille and her group came out of the

restaurant.

Because Ayan also booked KTV, so everyone had to transfer over, but

Camille was pregnant, so naturally she didn't plan to go over, but let

Sienna accompany her instead to have a good time, relax and unwind,

and then go all out to put all her time and focus on the competition.

She had just finished instructing Sienna when she saw Ayan standing

by the black Mercedes in the parking garage.

It was obviously waiting for her.

The crowd waved and walked away, but Sienna didn't move, just

looked at Camille and asked, "What are we going to do?"

Camille pursed her lips faintly: "You go play with them."

She said so, and Sienna walked away this time.

Camille walked over to the car and asked lightly, "Did Grandpa send

you to pick me up again?"

She wanted to tell him that Grandpa didn't know she was having dinner

tonight, and even if he did, he didn't know where the restaurant was, so

how could he have called him to come pick him up?

Camille was close to poking him in the heart, but Ayan didn't change

his face without the slightest embarrassment.

He said, "I'm the one who doesn't feel comfortable with you going back

alone, I'll give you a ride, just as I'm going back to the Simpson's

mansion.”

Camille did not immediately make a move, but stood still and silently

took a deep breath, she had reluctance, but did not want to argue with

him more.

After getting into the car, they drove towards the Simpson's mansion.

Ayan took the initiative to ask: "I have something that I need your

cooperation.”

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Camille gave him a look.

He said, "The cooperation mentioned to you in the restaurant, which is

still in the campaign period. It's a rural resort developed by a famous

foreign philanthropist in his wife's name. On one hand, it's a gift to his

wife for their silver wedding celebration, on the other hand, the resort is

used to bring revenue to remote mountainous areas, but he has

conditions, we can only win this deal if we meet his terms

"What are the conditions?"

Camille asked casually.