Chapter 832 Out Of Danger

Chapter 832 Out of Danger

"Okay, let's get started!" Ayan responded indifferently.

He had anticipated this outcome, so he hadn't paid much attention to

Kian's progress at Campole. Mr. Davalos and Mr. Moya were already at

an age where they didn't want any major changes as long as they had

money to take. But now things had changed.

If they didn't take action, they would be at Austin's mercy.

Not only would they lose their money and shares, but their families

would also be affected and harmed.

They would end up with nothing, carrying the burden of guilt and facing

criticism.

Moreover, they had been suppressed by Austin for so many years. If it

wasn't absolutely necessary, they would have endured it. But now,

there was a voice telling them that it would be more satisfying to take

matters into their own hands, especially with someone guiding them on

what to do. Naturally, they would agree.

Of course, even if they didn't agree, Ayan already had a backup plan.

Ayan and Kian had discussed this matter before Kian went to Campole.

They had made thorough preparations for this arrangement. There was

no way Austin could escape this time.

Austin's fate had long been sealed. Otherwise, how could Preston

choose to distance himself from Austin before everything was fully

exposed?

Only Austin, in his misguided cleverness, believed he could turn the

situation around. But it was just his last-ditch effort.

Kian repeated the detailed progress to Ayan once again, not because

he was long-winded or forgetful, but to avoid any mistakes.

After the report, Ayan simply acknowledged with a sound and then told

Kian, "After you wrap up this matter, go directly to Dane City from

Campole.”

"Don't I need to come back and leave with you?" Kian asked in a low

voice.

Ayan replied, "No need. Camille and I will first go to Flento City, and

then we'll head to Dane City directly from there to meet up with you."

Kian understood. The president wanted to have a private journey with

his wife, and he naturally didn't belong in their presence.

He hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. After I finish up here, I'll go to Dane

City and arrange the work for when you arrive."

"Okay."

Kian added, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Nores has been contacting me. She

wants to know your itinerary, but I refused and told her it's a confidential

work arrangement that cannot be disclosed. However, Miss Nores

found out from Nores Group that you'll be attending the opening

ceremony in Dane City, and I'm concerned she might also go there."

Ayan responded with no warmth, "Don’t pay attention to her. Next time

she contacts you, just block her. You're not her personal navigator or

spy.”

If she wanted to know his whereabouts, she would have to prove her

capabilities.

The reason Ayan hadn't done anything to Alicia was simply because

there was no need. After all, Alicia was just an insignificant person who

didn't deserve his attention and resources. Moreover, he was genuinely

interested in the piece of land in Nores Group's hands, as it would

benefit Simpson Group. He didn't want to strain the relationship too

much. He had explained this to Camille, and as long as Camille didn't

think too much about it, he was at ease. As for everyone else, they

were simply unimportant.

Ayan had made plans to pick up Camille, so when she received a

message from Camille, he immediately rushed over.

It wasn't too late, and they still had time to have lunch and afternoon

tea together before leisurely returning to Maple Leaves Mansion.

It was only around three o'clock when they arrived back at Maple

Leaves Mansion. Ayan got out of the car and walked to Camille's side,

holding her hand and her bag. He spoke gently, "We have an evening

flight, and after we arrive in Flento City, we can have a late-night snack

with Sienna. Can you let her know in advance?"

Camille nodded and started to take out her phone to send a message

to Sienna.

But before she could unlock her phone, Horace's voice came from

nearby.

Horace walked over briskly and greeted both of them. Recently, it

seemed like every time they met Horace, it was by chance in the

neighborhood. It used to be in the evenings or mornings, which made

sense because of work, but at this time, shouldn't he be at the office?

Ayan also thought about this point and a faint smile appeared on his

lips. He asked, "Is it just a coincidence, Mr. Burris?"

Horace replied candidly, “Not really, I was specifically waiting for both of

you here."

Camille and Ayan exchanged a glance. Ayan took the opportunity to

ask, "Is there something you want to discuss with Miss Armstrong, Mr.

Burris?"

"Well, I have something I'd like to talk to Miss Armstrong about. Is Mr.

Simpson available?" Horace asked Ayan with a calm attitude.

Ayan gave him a casual glance and a faint smile played at the corners

of his mouth. His voice was unhurried as he replied, "Of course, I'm

available."

After Ayan's response, he didn't let go of Camille's hand. Instead, he

lightly squeezed her fingers and said, "Mind if I smoke?"

Ayan didn't have much of a smoking habit, he only occasionally took a

few puffs. So, she didn't object and nodded in agreement.

Ayan walked to the side to smoke. He wasn't too far away from them,

but it provided enough space for Horace to talk.

Camille asked Horace, "Is there something you want to tell me, Mr.

Burris?"

Horace's expression seemed a bit cold, and if she didn't know him,

Camille might have thought he was about to say something unpleasant

or angry.

Horace's tone didn't reveal any emotions as he said, "Have you been in

contact with Grace lately?"

Camille immediately furrowed her brow and shook her head, saying,

"No."

With so much happening recently, she was already feeling restless, and

her emotional state hadn't been good since being kidnapped by Austin.

So, she didn't have the mental energy to reach out to Grace. Usually,

they would inform each other if there was something important or

contact each other on holidays. Besides that, there was only Grace

asking about Timmy, wanting to see him.

Now that Horace mentioned it, she realized that it had been several

days since they last communicated.

Camille asked in confusion, “Why are you suddenly asking me about

this, Mr. Burris?"

"She hasn't been to the office for several days, and I haven't been able

to reach her. There haven't been any updates from the Armstrong

family either, so I don't know if she has been in contact with you,"

Horace explained, his brows slightly furrowing. His expression showed

a complex mix of emotions, which made Camille worry as well.

"What happened?” Camille asked.

"Well, something has happened,” Horace replied.

"Can you tell me?" Camille inquired.

Horace looked hesitant, but in the end, he said, "Not yet. I need her

permission because this matter involves more than just me."

"So, it's something between you and her?" Camille asked.

"Yes," Horace nodded.

Camille lowered her gaze, and she had some guesses in her mind. She

didn't continue to ask, only speaking softly, “I haven't been in contact

with her. You should know that our relationship has improved

somewhat, but we are still unfamiliar with each other's circles. If you

want to find her, you probably have to start by inquiring with the

Armstrong family.”

"She had a disagreement with the Armstrong family over something, so

I don't think she would want me to ask them," Horace replied earnestly,

making Camille smile.

Camille said, "Mr. Burris, you seem to care a lot about my sister. Every

word you just said was considerate and thoughtful towards her. Could it

be that you like her?"

After Camille finished speaking, Horace didn't avoid her gaze and

instead looked directly at her. He said candidly, "Yes, I like her."

Camille was slightly stunned, her eyelashes trembling lightly, surprised

by Horace's straightforward response.

Horace continued, "So, can I trouble Miss Armstrong to do me a favor?

Can you think about where she might be?"

Camille was a bit hesitant because she genuinely didn't know where

Grace could be. But she was willing to help and, as Horace's words

gradually brought her back to her senses, she realized that he was very

direct and didn't hide anything.

After agreeing to help Horace, Camille and Ayan went upstairs.

Ayan asked, "What did you talk about?"