Chapter 630 Playing Dumb

Chapter 630 Playing Dumb

"What do you mean?" Cora said incredulously.

Camille indifferently said, "If you want to eat, then sincerely apologize,

let someone record a video of you admitting being a sinner. Do not get

to me every time. I am very busy with no extra time to pay attention to

such trivial matters. As for whether you want to eat or not, it's your

business."

After saying that, Camille hung up straight away.

Cora almost collapsed. She thought she just needed to apologize and

then she could eat. Instead of starving, she of course chose to

apologize. It was just a word. She did not have to fight with herself to

get over it.

She was expecting Austin to find her and Ayan to let her go, but she

realized that Camille alone had dominated her for so many days and

made her feel desperate.

But she told herself over and over that she couldn't just break down,

and she had to get out of here.

So after getting off the phone with Camille, she had to take it upon

herself to say to the bodyguards and maids staring at her, "Record a

video for me and send it to your Mrs. Simpson."

She had no ripples under her eyes, like a person who had lost her

vitality, without any life left.

She said to the camera word by word very clearly: "I am a sinner. I am

sorry to the Simpson family. I should not have gone to the Simpson

family to take Timmy. I should not have hurt the old Simpson because

of my own selfishness. It was I who pushed old Simpson to the ground.

Everything is my fault. I am sorry to the Simpson family. I am to blame

for everything, I'm sorry!"

She repeated it over and over until the bodyguard who was videotaping

said, "It's enough.”

Because she just repeated those sentences, more recording did not

seem to be of much use.

The bodyguard immediately sent the video to Camille. Watching the

video, Camille only slightly frowned, and then emotionlessly replied:

"Don't worry about her. One meal every two days is OK, and you don't

need to give her too much water. A bottle of 500 ml mineral water is

enough!"

Cora wanted to get by in this way. Camille couldn't let her get away with

it.

But also will not let her just starve to death, she has not suffered

anything yet, and I do not know how Ayan side actually plans to deal

with her, so for the time being, this is first.

Camille put her phone away and ignored Cora for the time. She leaned

back in her desk chair and looked out the window, still thinking about

what happened today and the phone call last night.

Her mind was a little heavy, and before she could figure out what to do,

the evening meal arrived as promised.

The appointed time for the meal was 7:00 pm.

Ayan came over to pick her up after work.

The two first went back to the Simpson's mansion to see Timmy,

because the evening after dinner time should not be early, so Camille

plans to live directly over the Maple Leaves Mansion in the evening, so

want to come back to accompany Timmy.

The mother and son had been close. Timmy nestled in her arms and

didn't cry.

Ayan reached out and cupped his cheeks. The little guy immediately

held his mouth and grunted in aggression. Camille immediately

removed Ayan's hand: "Don't do that to him."

Timmy then gently stroked the spot that had just been touched by Ayan,

and only then did he happily hug Camille as if he were pleasing her.

Seeing it, Ayan snorted with some helplessness: “The son is still not as

sweet as the daughter.”

The words were highly suggestive, but Camille acted as if she hadn't

heard them.

Talia said, "I feel the same way, and Cami's sweet, unlike you. It's hard

to meet you for once."

Ayan frowned and said, "Now this is compaining about me?"

"Why ask if you know?"

"Hey!" Ayan shook his head helplessly, stared straight at Camille and

said meaningfully, "So can I change my son to a daughter too?"

Camille was still silent, staring down at Timmy in her arms, playing

dumb.

Talia laughed silently, the deep meaning under her eyes was obvious,

and she said meaningfully: “Then let's see if you have the ability.”

Ayan wasn't talking, just staring at Camille without taking his eyes off.

The two accompanied Timmy for a while and then leave.

When they arrived at the hotel, Mr. and Mrs. Bell had also arrived. And

Grace and Horace also came together.

Several people came to the room one after the other, but only Mr.

Baxter, the guest of the evening, had not yet arrived.

Once everyone was seated at the table, the waiter came up with tea,

and Horace said lightly, “The host hasn't arrived yet, but those of us

who are guests are here first.”

Horace's words were naturally full of displeasure, followed by Dan's

sneer.

Mr. Bell also looked at the time on his watch several times, and Mrs.

Bell said, "Didn't we agree to meet at seven o'clock on time? Why is he

late?"

Mr. Bell's face was slightly stiff, because he was about to introduce

everyone as a middleman, and he was the only one who had met this

Mr. Baxter from Norman Group, so Mr. Baxter's late arrival also

embarrassed him.

But Mr. Bell had always been gentle and elegant, so even if he was

very upset but always kept a light smile on his face.

He said, "I'll call him!"

After saying that, he got up and prepared to leave the booth to make

the call, but only just got up from the chair, the door of the booth

opened from the outside.

Two men walked in from outside, one after the other. The leading man

was tall, and his white suits flattered him.

The secretary following him explained in a low voice: "Sorry everyone,

our Mr. Baxter is late because of the traffic jam. I hope you can

understand.”

The crowd did not respond and their eyes were on the man with the

mask.

Ayan and Camille looked slightly frozen, the former's eyes staring at

him unenthusiastically, the latter's eyes shining with stunned shock.

The man just lightly swept all the people at the table, his eyes

overflowing with apologies: “Sorry, I'm late. Because it's the first time

we meet, I prepared a little gift for everyone. I hope you can forgive

me."

Mr. Bell greeted him and seated him. "Sit down first!"

"There's no rush, I'll deliver the gifts to everyone first."

After saying that, he first went to Mr. and Mrs. Bell and presented gifts,

which were Mr. Bell's favorite tea and Mrs. Bell's suitable high-fashion

scarf.

Followed by Ayan again.

He walked up to Ayan with a gift and offered it with both hands: “I know

Mr. Simpson doesn't lack anything, so I purposely gave Mr. Simpson a

pen, and I hope I can work smoothly with Mr. Simpson for future

cooperation.”

Ayan did not reach out. It was Kian who immediately came to take it,

and then Ayan smiled: "Sure."

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, and their dark eyes looked at each

other for a moment before Mr. Baxter took the lead and moved on to

give the gift to the others.

He gave Camille a set of drawing tools suitable for Camille, which was

of a famous brand. Most people who were present and didn't know

exactly, but just laughed: "It seems that Mr. Baxter has tried to do his

homework and knows what Camille is suitable for."

Mr. Baxter did not say anything, just smiled, then walked to the seat

and sat down.

Ayan followed, and he called out faintly, "Mr. Baxter?"

Mr. Baxter also responded immediately, “I'm here, Mr. Simpson, if you

have any orders, please say it."

Ayan didn't have any polite greetings, but just asked expressionlessly,

"Since you've entered the room and are also the person in charge of

Norman Group who arranged to come over to join this project, what

does it mean for you to wear a mask?"

From the time he came in until now, he had been wearing a mask.

At this moment when he heard such words, he just smiled and said,

"Sorry Mr. Simpson, I know it's not very polite, but I have a scar on my

face, and I'm afraid of scaring you all, that's why I didn't show my face

directly.”

"So will it always be like this for our future collaboration?" Ayan

continued to pursue the question.