Chapter 94 Cami doesn't have a boyfriend

"Preston , I'm fine, you don't have to say anything, I want to be quiet."

"Okay, I'm going out then, stay by yourself, tell me anytime you have

anything, I'm always on your side no matter what.”

"Hmm."

She showed a faint smile, which is almost invisible if you don't look

carefully.

In the evening, Camille and Albert appeared on time at the host's home

for the birthday party, located in the Hance City luxury circle villa, most

of the wealthy and powerful people in Hance City live here

Mr. Wilkinson, the host of the birthday party, received Albert personally

and shook his hand for a long time, and even Camille was treated with

dignity as a female companion.

"Mr. Bell and Miss Armstrong can eat and drink well, but tonight there

are more guests, please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

Albert nodded lightly and said it was fine, and as soon as the words left

his mouth, Mr. Wilkinson's secretary came flying up to him: "Mr.

Wilkinson, Mr. Simpson from the Simpson Group is here.”

"Mr. Simpson?"

Mr. Wilkinson's face was astonished, astonished by surprise.

Then he hurriedly said to Albert: "Mr. Bell, I'l have someone take you

two to have a seat first, and then come back later to have a drink with

you."

“Yes, Mr. Wilkinson be my guest."

Mr. Wilkinson darted away and could be seen from a distance through

the crowd walking towards a man and woman, Camille's eyes on the

man and Albert's voice in her ear: "What a coincidence that Ayan is

here too."

“It's all in the same circle, it's normal.”

“It's a bit of a big deal for him to come to a birthday party like this, didn't

you see how Mr. Wilkinson reacted just now?" Albert looked away and

then said to Camille, "Shall we go and sit down?"

"Hmm." Camille withdrew her gaze, just before she had a chance to

withdraw it, her eyes met those deep, dark eyes.

The man in the gray suit looked at her with an uncertain face and a look

of scrutiny in his eyes that was not warm or hot.

Camille followed Albert to the rest area, Albert is a very good male

companion, very attentive to take care of her, has been accompanied

throughout the whole process, Albert's face is not unknown in the

scene, but he is too aloof, so people dare not lean forward, some of the

initiative to greet him is only a light response and let it go.

Camille looked at him like this and couldn't help but laugh: "When

people talk to you, are you as uncomfortable as an ant bite?"

Albert glanced at her lightly and didn't say anything.

Camille, however, couldn't help but laugh at his appearance.

At that moment, Eileen walked slowly with Ayan on her arm, before she

arrived, but her voice had already sounded first.

"What are Master Albert and Camille talking about that looks so happy?

Is there something happy you can share with me and Ayan?"

Camille and Albert looked up, and the smile on Camille's face stopped

abruptly and disappeared, leaving only an indifferent piece.

Albert is as gentle as last night's expression but full of indifference and

distant nodded as a greeting.

Eileen but continued to tenderly said: "Ayan, have you found Master

Albert to Camille is really very spoiled, feel as long as Camille in,

Master Albert's eyes are always only her, I have to suspect Master

Albert is not like Camille up? *

Camille narrowed her eyes and gave Eileen a stern look: "Why didn't

Miss Khan make a big deal out of this?"

It is really the more gentle the more terrible the woman, gentle knife

knife to kill.

Eileen was immediately aggrieved, innocent and overwhelmed, she

pursed her lips and explained softly, "Camille , how can you say that

about me? I didn't say anything, I just wanted to say that you and

Master Albert are close."

Camille chuckled, "Are we close? Who am I on good terms with that

Miss Khan cares about?"

She didn't give Eileen any face, and it didn't matter what the occasion

was.

Albert said without changing his face, "Miss Khan, Cami doesn't have a

boyfriend at the moment, and these words of yours will be

misunderstood, so stop talking nonsense."

Eileen's face stiffened slightly: "Master Albert sorry, I misunderstood.”

"A misunderstanding and nothing will happen? Then what do you need

the police for if you only need to apologize after committing a crime?"

Camille believes that not everything can be solved with a

misunderstanding.

Albert looked at Camille and smiled gently, “Come on Cami, if you keep

talking Miss Khan will cry.” Then he looked at Eileen, and said with little

warmth: "Miss Khan, Cami is spoiled, you don't mind, do you?"

The last few words explain what it means to end tea, the best way to

deal with the master end tea is to take the road to the end so that the

other party has no way out.

Eileen pursed her lips and did not dare to have any retort, and she

subconsciously looked at the man next to her, but the man's gaze from

the beginning to the end have been fixed on Camille, she hated and

annoyed but how can not do.

The atmosphere gradually stiffened, and Ayan's voice also sounded

slowly and deliberately: "Mr. Bell, would you like to join us for a drink?"

"Good." Albert smiled.

The two men each had a glass of wine in their hands, while Eileen and

Camille sat quietly to one side.

Ayan and Albert are not familiar with each other, but they have

something to talk about. Both of them belong to the type of people who

can talk about anything and know a lot, so it is easy to communicate.

But the person who was most uncomfortable the whole time was

Camille, because there was a line of sight that kept staring at her,

making her uncomfortable, as if to see through her.

Camille couldn't stand it any longer and spoke softly, “You guys talk

while I go to the bathroom."

"Good."

Albert nodded, then subconsciously looked at Ayan .

Likewise, Ayan looked at Albert.

The two men's eyes locked and Albert took the initiative to ask, "Mr.

Simpson has something on his mind?"

"Can't talk about it."

Ayan skimmed it.

Albert took a sip of his wine, then smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Simpson,

I have studied psychology and can tell a person's mind from the way he

looks."

"Oh? Mr. Bell can read my mind?"

"Not necessarily, after all, the mind of a man like Mr. Simpson is the

most difficult to guess.”

The two of them were so deep in the conversation that Eileen was so

confused that she took over and said, “Is Master Albert so powerful?

Then can you tell us what's in Ayan's mind?"

She looked at Ayan again and said with anticipation, "Ayan, let Master

Albert guess?"

Ayan didn't say anything.

Albert also just said, "Miss Khan, poking a person's mind depends on

whether the person concerned agrees or not, if the person concerned

does not nod, I can't talk nonsense, otherwise it is against professional

ethics.”

Eileen blushed furiously, because she always felt that Albert meant

something.

She nodded lowly, not daring to make any more noise.

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled his lips into a smile, "Mr.

Bell, tell me what's on my mind?"

"Mr. Simpson really wants me to say it?"

"What can't I say?"

Albert smiled lightly: "Mr. Simpson is bothered by a close relationship

with the opposite sex."

Albert's words fell, the person who reacted the most was Eileen, she

almost subconsciously looked at Ayan, those eyes with incredulity and

a lot of questions.

But she didn't ask anything out loud.

But in the back of my mind, I keep thinking about who is the opposite

sex with whom I have a close relationship.

Camille?

No.

It won't be Camille, Camille doesn't deserve it.

She clenched her hands into fists to hold back her inner turmoil.

Ayan didn't answer because his phone rang.

He picked up his phone and looked at it, then said, "Excuse me Mr. Bell

"Mr. Simpson make yourself comfortable.”

Ayan leaves the rest area with his phone and walks outside.

Eileen watched his back and finally couldn't resist asking, "Master

Albert took the liberty of asking, do you like Camille?"

Camille just finished washing her hands and was about to dry them with

paper and go outside when a tall figure came in from outside with quick

steps and blocked her whole body against the sink.

A familiar scent, a familiar face, caught her off guard.

Both eyes locked, the man's deep, dark eyes stared at her, handsome,

warm and light face outlined a starry, light smile, broken with a charm

that overwhelmed the crowd, he said with a low sneer: "Albert said you

don't have a boyfriend? Then what do I count? We still can't be

bothered to tell him about our affair until now?"