My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1293: Emotions

Chapter 1293: Emotions

Ayan raised his gaze slightly after hearing the question, all eyes focused on him. However, he simply

said, "I don't have a better proposal for now, but with a strong team that has good understanding and

loyalty, nothing will be difficult."

He didn't know what Mr. Tillery meant by asking this question, so he couldn't possibly speak the truth.

He couldn't express his true thoughts either. Because he had no intention of participating in this

international trade cooperation; the risks were too great. It wasn't the risks of this project, but rather his

lack of understanding of Mr. Tillery. He had already gathered some information about Mr. Tillery through

his own channels, so he wouldn't agree to cooperate on this project for the time being.

His main purpose for coming this time was to wrap up the previous project and also the building project

in Mr. Tillery's hands. It was a famous local landmark that had been around for a long time and was

well-known worldwide, in need of restoration. He wanted to be involved in this project, but Mr. Tillery

never mentioned it, so he didn't know what Mr. Tillery was thinking.

Of course, Ayan couldn't proactively bring up the matter of this project because once he did, Mr. Tillery

would undoubtedly think that he was very eager for it and would use it to manipulate him. The two

engaged in a psychological battle. Ayan was a calm and patient person, so he couldn't possibly lose

this psychological battle.

Mr. Tillery was not satisfied with Ayan's response, as he knew that Ayan had definitely not told the truth.

But with so many people present, he couldn't show any displeasure. He simply said, "So Mr. Simpson

means that as long as there is enough loyalty and understanding, it would be enough?"

Ayan raised his head slightly and replied in a warm tone, "That's the condition I can think of for now. So

I hope Mr. Tillery can provide some additional information."

Ayan completely relinquished his initiative. He didn't want to have any control over this matter. Could

Mr. Tillery not see through his delay?

Mr. Tillery just smiled, and no one could tell how he truly felt. He didn't continue to say anything else

and turned the conversation to other matters after glancing at Ayan. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After chatting for about half an hour, they finally made their way to the dining table. They were having

the local specialties, which leaned more towards Western cuisine, but Ayan didn't particularly enjoy it

and only picked at the food.

Hannibal sat next to Ayan and noticed his actions, as well as his distracted state tonight. Hannibal took

advantage of Mr. Tillery's conversation with others and asked Ayan softly, "What's wrong, Mr. Simpson?

Does the food not suit your taste? Are you not used to it?"

"It's fine," Ayan responded calmly. Since Hannibal was Horace's friend, his attitude was slightly more

relaxed. Ayan looked at Hannibal and asked, "Have you tried Chinese food before?"

Hannibal nodded, "Of course, Horace is very good at making Chinese dishes, they taste amazing."

"Oh, really? He never mentioned it. How about we go to his place tomorrow and try it?"

"That would be great because he's currently in a new relationship, and I didn't want to bother him by

asking him to cook for me. But if Mr. Simpson initiates the request, I'm sure he would gladly agree."

Hannibal had completely lost his appetite for this Western meal. Although it was considered high-end in

the Western cuisine scene, he was tired of it and now craved a delicious Chinese meal.

Perhaps because Hannibal, someone who could still be considered a friend, was present, Ayan didn't

feel the passage of time as agonizingly.

The people at this table, except for him and Hannibal, all love to drink. They mix red wine and spirits,

and everyone has a strong tolerance for alcohol.

Naturally, this meal took a long time to finish, continuing until late at night. When they left the hotel,

their respective drivers and secretaries were already waiting outside. After bidding farewell, everyone

got into their cars and prepared to leave.

At that moment, Mr. Tillery called his secretary to stop Ayan. Mr. Tillery's secretary said to Ayan, "Mr.

Simpson, Mr. Tillery would like to speak with you."

Ayan was already sitting in the car and not particularly interested. He replied with a cold tone, "It's very

late. Let's discuss it tomorrow."

His response wasn't in a good mood, and Mr. Tillery's secretary was taken aback for a moment. Then

he whispered, "Would you like to have a phone conversation with Mr. Tillery?"

The secretary didn't want to offend Ayan, especially since he had witnessed Ayan directly reject the

idea of marrying Mr. Tillery's daughter. He held Mr. Tillery in high regard!

Ayan didn't want to waste any more time, so he didn't refuse the suggestion from Mr. Tillery's secretary.

The secretary immediately dialed the driver's number on his phone and put it on speakerphone for Mr.

Tillery. He spoke softly to Mr. Tillery, suggesting they have a conversation over the phone. Mr. Tillery

neither agreed nor disagreed, so that was how it went.

However, Mr. Tillery remained silent throughout, and the atmosphere was somewhat quiet.

Ayan squinted his eyes and calmly asked, "What does Mr. Tillery want to discuss?"

His tone was exceptionally cold, lacking any warmth.

Perhaps due to alcohol, Mr. Tillery's tone was rather direct as he asked, "What does Mr. Simpson

mean? After ending this collaboration, do you have no intention of continuing?"

"Mr. Tillery has had too much to drink." Ayan's tone remained calm, without any emotion.

Mr. Tillery continued, "Does Mr. Simpson think that Simpson Group has firmly established itself here

and no longer needs Tillery Group?"

Ayan's attitude was very friendly, and his words left Mr. Tillery unable to find any issues. Updated at

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But Ayan remained indifferent and even cold throughout, leading Mr. Tillery to involuntarily believe that

Ayan looked down on him and that everything he showed was just a facade.

Once this idea entered Mr. Tillery's mind, it only grew stronger.

For example, just now, he asked his secretary to call Ayan over, partly to demonstrate his status and

position. However, Ayan didn't come over but instead dealt with him over the phone.