My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1268: Grasshopper

Chapter 1268: Grasshopper

Ayan looked at Mario and noticed that he hadn't said much throughout the evening. He had been

smoking and drinking, and now he seemed a bit drunk as he sat there.

After Ayan's words, everyone's gaze instinctively shifted towards Mario. He remained silent for a few

seconds before speaking in a calm and unhurried manner, "Is Mr. Simpson suggesting that the project

be handed over to me entirely?"

Mario hadn't said much during the dinner tonight because Sienna was with Rex. Sienna had only

greeted him briefly at the beginning and hadn't looked at him directly since then. Rex, on the other

hand, had been targeting him. But due to the presence of outsiders, he had refrained from expressing

his thoughts and emotions freely, so he had been holding back.

Therefore, when responding to Ayan's words, his tone wasn't very friendly. It was cold and distant.

Ayan glanced at Mario casually, his tone unchanged. He said, "Mr. King is the team leader of this

project, so naturally, he needs to take responsibility for most of it. As for any decision within the project,

I believe it should be discussed before making a final choice. Of course, if Mr. Nores and Mr. Burris feel Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

that there's no need for discussion and that Mr. King can make decisions on his own, I have no

problem or objection."

Upon hearing Ayan's mention, Mr. Nores quickly responded, "Mr. Simpson's suggestion is excellent. It's

responsible for everyone to have discussions and considerations regarding the project. It feels great."

Horace also nodded, "Yeah, it's good."

Mario remained silent.

Ayan furrowed his brows slightly, his voice becoming somewhat low, "If Mr. King has any objections,

feel free to express them. And since everyone is gathered here tonight, let me say this directly: I'll be

going on a business trip for Simpson Group in the next couple of days. If Mr. King has any questions

regarding the project, please contact my assistant directly. I will have my assistant leave the contact

information with Mr. King's secretary. The assistant will handle all project-related matters for the time

being."

It was understandable that Ayan had Simpson Group work to attend to. After all, he wasn't solely

involved in this project, and it wasn't his primary responsibility. He didn't need to stay here and watch

over everything, especially since he had arranged for an assistant to take over. Any major issues that

couldn't be handled would be directly communicated via phone or remote voice communication.

Ayan's arrangements were already very appropriate. As long as they didn't affect the project, it was

sufficient.

But Mario expressed some discontent, "Are you saying that if someone isn't the person in charge of the

project, they don't need to take responsibility for it?"

Ayan furrowed his brows, "Where did my words give Mr. King such an assumption? If Mr. King had a bit

too much to drink, then please discuss this matter with me when he sobers up."

Ayan's tone was stern and sharp, and his face turned gloomy.

The atmosphere became tense, and Mario's secretary quickly spoke up, "Apologies, Mr. Simpson. Mr.

King must have had too much to drink. Let's discuss this matter when he's sober tomorrow. Shall we

end it here today?"

The secretary spoke cautiously, not daring to offend Ayan in the slightest.

Mr. Nores also spoke at the right time, "It's getting late, so let's end it here for today. If Mr. Simpson has

things to attend to, please go ahead. We will take care of the project."

For Mr. Nores, as long as the project has started and everything is going smoothly, that is the best

news, and he is happiest. Ayan also didn't say anything further under Camille's gentle tug. Mario was

probably really drunk, sitting on the dining chair with an unpleasant expression, his deep eyes staring

at a certain spot, lost in thought.

However, when Camille got up and left the private room, she glanced at him and then looked in the

direction he was staring. Besides Sienna, who else was there?

After leaving the private room one after another, Ayan and Camille got into the car. Horace, who was

also the driver, came to pick them up. The last ones to leave were Mr. Nores and Mario.

The car started and left the hotel. Camille and Ayan sat in the back seat, while Kian drove. The

atmosphere was a bit too quiet, so Kian broke the silence and whispered, "Mr. Simpson, is Mario not

very happy about you leaving Hance City to handle Simpson Group matters?"

"It's not up to him whether he's happy or not. Since he wants to sit in that position himself, he must pay

the price. Does he think it's an easy position to hold?"

Camille interjected cautiously, "Isn't your itinerary supposed to be confidential? If things get too tense,

will he expose your itinerary?"

"He won't." Ayan said with great certainty, "He wouldn't dare. Although I'm going on a business trip for

Simpson Group, for now, he and I are tied to the same rope. How could he do anything to upset me

during our collaboration? Let's just consider tonight as him being drunk and in a bad mood after seeing

the person he loves but can't have."

Ayan narrowed his eyes, his deep gaze filled with indifference.

Camille nodded lightly, her expression somewhat heavy. She had some things on her mind, so she

didn't continue chatting with Ayan.

"No need to deliberately assign people to watch over him. He's still in Hance City, and for now, he is

focused on the project. I don't think he would dare to go too far besides the project." Ayan didn't believe

that someone as mature as Mario would make any childish moves or actions based on what just

happened. He wasn't worried about that at all. Draмaոovеls.cом

Back in Franklin Bay, before they even got out of the car, they saw another car parked at the entrance.

Kian whispered, "Mr. Simpson, it's Mr. Ward and the others."

It was normal for them to arrive first and return home first, but it was a bit unusual for them to come

back without going to their own homes.

Camille sat in the car and asked Ayan softly, "Could they be arguing?"