My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1232: Ridiculous

Chapter 1232: Ridiculous

Page listened, somewhat confused about what exactly was being said. Brody briefly explained the

situation and repeated his earlier words, "Go find Camille now. She should already be at the office at

this hour. Don't call her, go directly to her. It's easier to talk when there are more people around in the This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

office, and she won't be able to refuse. You need to make her call Alicia and reconcile while you're

present."

Page snorted coldly, "Now you realize my usefulness? Fine, I'll go find Camille, but I want an additional

10% of Armstrong Corp's shares."

"It's not the time to negotiate conditions now. Let me tell you, if you go too late, forget about the shares,

there won't even be an Armstrong Corp left."

Page fell silent at that because Brody didn't seem to be joking. This matter seemed to be indeed very

serious.

Page quickly tidied herself up and drove directly to Camille's company. She had been there several

times before, and each time she had a purpose in mind.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come.

Upon arriving at Camille's company, Yessica was the first to notice Page. She immediately had

someone intercept Page, saying they were busy and buying time, then she hurriedly went to Camille's

office.

Seeing Yessica's panicked state, Camille was also shocked and asked, "What happened?"

Yessica walked quickly to Camille's side, panting as she spoke, "Your mother is here."

Camille was slightly taken aback, of course she didn't think Yessica was swearing at someone, but she

was a bit slow to react because the office door was open, allowing some noise from outside to be

heard. She faintly recognized the voice of a familiar woman, and who else could it be but her mother?

Camille instinctively furrowed her brows, her expression turning somewhat indifferent as she asked,

"What is she here for?"

"I don't know. I had someone intercept her, saying you were busy, and then I hurriedly came to tell you."

"Alright, no problem. Go and ask her to come in!" Camille said calmly, also turning on the recording

function on her phone. Of course, she would record her conversation with Page. Perhaps she had been

deceived too many times, so she had absolutely no sense of security.

Page immediately arrived at the office and saw Camille sitting behind the desk, her expression not

looking too pleasant.

She said, "Camille, you're becoming more and more unreasonable. It's been such a long time, and

you've never taken the initiative to call home. Are we not supposed to count on you until we're old?

Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're with Ayan now. If something

happens to you, you still have to rely on our Armstrong family. You..."

"So, you came all this way just to lecture me?" Camille interrupted Page's words calmly, her eyes

looking at Page with extreme coldness.

Page still had her mouth open, her face stiff and visibly displeased, but she hadn't forgotten the

purpose of her visit today. The last time she came, she had a very unpleasant argument with Camille

over Grace's matter, but she had completely put it behind her.

Page walked over to sit in front of Camille without being invited, looking at her indifferently. Because

Camille's previous words had upset her, she said, "Seems like your little company is doing well, huh?

Your sister isn't at home lately, and you rarely come home either, but it's your responsibility, and you

should fulfill it, right?"

Camille couldn't help but find it a bit amusing and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You haven't bought me a gift for a long time. It's almost my birthday, so why don't you give me

something in advance!" Page directly made her request.

Camille put down the pen in her hand and leaned back on the leather sofa behind her. She looked at

Page with a cold gaze and asked, "What do you want?"

Page, seeing Camille being so cooperative, didn't hold back either. She said, "I don't really want

anything specific recently. How about this? Just give me 200, 000, and when I find something I like, I'll

buy it myself."

Page spoke without blushing or feeling guilty. After all, she thought that with Camille following Ayan,

they must be very wealthy. As long as Camille whispered in Ayan's ear, wouldn't he immediately give

her the money? So, 200, 000 was nothing to Camille, at most the price of a piece of clothing or a

handbag.

Page certainly knew that the main purpose of her visit was not to ask for gifts, but she didn't want to

miss this opportunity. After all, if she could take advantage once, she would. She didn't feel any

sympathy for Camille either.

She felt completely justified.

She had already started thinking about what gifts she could buy with the 200, 000. But Camille

remained silent the whole time, until Page asked, "Why are you not saying anything?"

Camille smiled faintly and said, "What do you want me to say? Haven't you finished speaking?"

"Camille, what's with your attitude? I'm your mother, what's wrong with asking you for some money?

Don't forget who brought you into this world and raised you. Now that you have the ability and

capability, you can just ignore me, right?"

Page was truly angry, incredibly angry. Every word she spoke carried her dissatisfaction and

accusations towards Camille. But Camille didn't feel any emotions at all. Her eyes still looked

indifferent. After a while, Camille finally spoke calmly, "If you want a gift, just tell me directly, and I'll buy

it for you. As for money, I don't have that much, so I can't give it to you."

Camille's words instantly angered Page, and she slammed the table heavily. Yessica, who had been

waiting outside, rushed to the door the next second, staring inside with a cautious and guarded

expression. She asked, "Cami, are you okay?"

Camille felt touched by Yessica's concern. Comparing friends to her own mother sitting in front of her,

the former seemed much better. Camille waved her hand and said, "I'm fine, go back to what you were

doing!"

Page was displeased and said, "So now you're going to contradict everything I say? Camille, is this

how a daughter should behave?"

"What about you? The Armstrong family? Are there any parents or family members like you?" Camille

interrupted calmly.

"You..."

Camille interrupted indifferently, "Do you have something important to discuss? If you're only here to

ask for a gift, then I agree, but I have work to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Of course, I do."

Camille looked at Page with indifference, showing no intention of compromising or backing down.

Camille's attitude made Page's face turn cold, and her expression showed deep dissatisfaction. She

said indifferently, "Camille, isn't it normal for a daughter to buy her mother a gift? Besides, I haven't

been constantly asking you for things, have I?"

"It's fine to ask for a gift, but isn't the value of a gift supposed to be more about the thought than the

price? Besides, you asked for 200, 000 right off the bat. I'm not a bank. Where do you expect me to

suddenly come up with 200, 000? Yes, I have a small company, but as you can see, it's just a studio at

best, with quite a few employees. So, I don't really earn that much."

Camille patiently explained. She knew Page's temperament very well and knew that Page wouldn't truly

consider her words. She had long experienced Page's disregard. It didn't matter how well she was

doing; what mattered was that she had to fulfill any request from the Armstrong family. She had no right

to refuse, and even a slight hesitation would be criticized as being unfilial.

After years of interaction, Camille had gained a thorough understanding of the Armstrong family. She

pursed her lips, and as she spoke, the smile on her face became more apparent, but her eyes held no

trace of amusement, only indifference.

The facts proved Camille's speculation to be correct because Page was incapable of and would never

think from Camille's perspective. Page simply said casually, "Okay, okay. If you really don't want to buy

it, just say so. There's no need for these excuses. As for my birthday, if you don't want to buy me

anything, then don't. I don't really expect anything from you anyway. Are you still blaming me for

sending you to Flento City back then? But who was it for? Wasn't it for your own good?"

Page remained stubborn, maintaining an air of righteousness that seemed somewhat laughable.