My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1298: Discontent

Chapter 1298: Discontent

Ayan didn't see Camille until the second day, but she immediately contacted her to check if she was

feeling alright. However, Camille had already adjusted her mood and had no discomfort. She just told

Ayan that she wasn't feeling well and wanted to indulge in a good meal with Sienna.

That evening, Camille was in a good mood. After having a drink and taking a shower, she fell asleep.

Both Camille and Sienna slept in the guest room, drawing the curtains and sleeping until late morning.

Their phones kept ringing incessantly, but they were both in such a deep sleep that they didn't wake up.

Eventually, they had to call the villa and ask the nanny to wake them up. It was Yessica who called and

asked anxiously, "Why didn't you two answer the phone?"

"We were sleeping."

"Are you sleeping together?"

"Yes." Camille felt a heaviness in her head and a lightness in her body. It was probably the aftermath of

drinking. She hadn't had alcohol in a long time, and although she didn't drink much last night, she still

had a bit of a headache.

Yessica said, "Are you coming to the office today?"

"Is there something important?"

"Yes, there's a small matter. You asked me to talk to Quintus about contacting Jenson, and it worked.

Quintus actually went to see Jenson and started working under him. Jenson's secretary told me that

some of the tasks given to him are important and easily discoverable. If Quintus leaks any information,

they will definitely find out immediately."

"Alright, I understand," Camille replied, raising her hand to rub her head. She got out of bed and pulled

open the curtains, letting the warm sunlight shine through the window. It felt comfortable yet glaring.

Sienna, who was still in bed, turned over and woke up.

She stretched lazily and asked in a drowsy voice, "What time is it?"

"It's past ten," Camille responded lightly, then said to Yessica on the phone, "Let's talk about this matter

when I come to the office later!"

"Are you coming now?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll order lunch for you?"

"Okay."

"Alright, see you later." Yessica whispered and ended the call.

Camille tilted her neck back and looked at Yessica, saying, "Don't make me drink next time. It's really

exhausting."

Sienna felt the same way. She hadn't actually drunk much because they were trying to conceive, just

had a little sip.

After a quick wash, Sienna ran to the next room to change her clothes, and then they both set off for

the office.

As they drove out from Franklin Bay, Camille's gaze swept around, becoming suspicious whenever she

saw some ordinary cars. She looked left and right, her face filled with caution and speculation. This

made Sienna a little nervous, so she asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm checking if Preston is here."

"He wouldn't be that bored, right?"

"You're wrong. He is a very boring person." Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked for Ayan's itinerary.

However, they didn't see any suspicious vehicles along the way. They arrived at the company smoothly,

and Camille went back to her office. Lunchtime was still half an hour away, so Camille could attend to

some work matters.

Yessica also immediately came to the office and explained Quintus' situation in detail again. Camille

said, "Tell Jenson's secretary to keep an eye on Quintus, especially the people he's in contact with. I

need to know all the details. If it's related to Preston, make sure to inform me as soon as possible."

Preston operated in the shadows, making all his moves invisible. Camille was doing this just in case

Quintus had any connection with Preston, so she could be the first to know what Preston was planning

next.

After explaining all this, Camille's worries and speculations didn't diminish much. Soon, lunchtime

arrived. Since she arrived late, there were still some things she needed to take care of, so everyone

didn't gather together to eat. Instead, they ate in their respective offices, busy with their own tasks. It

was at this moment that Camille's phone rang.

Her initial reaction was a slight startle, and her first thought was that it was Preston calling.

Consequently, she was a bit slow, and it wasn't until the corner of her eye caught sight of the caller ID,

which was neither Preston's name nor a familiar number, but a name with a note.

It was a call from the Armstrong family.

Camille furrowed her brows unconsciously, setting down her fork and wiping her hands with a tissue.

Only then did she casually pick up the fork and answer the call, putting it on speakerphone. Her voice

was cool and indifferent as she said, "Hello!"

Camille's voice was low, hoarse, and devoid of warmth.

On the other end, Page's voice sounded, equally devoid of emotion. She asked, "Do you know where

Horace went?"

Camille paused for a moment and subconsciously pursed her lips. Of course, she denied it. She said, "I

don't know. How could I possibly know his schedule? Isn't he at Armstrong Corp? So how could I

know?"

Page said, "I can't reach Horace. Could he have taken off with something from the company? How can

this be? Is he doing this on purpose? This is a complete disregard for our trust in him, a complete

irresponsibility towards Armstrong Corp!"

Faced with Page's questioning, Camille also felt a headache coming on. These questions were not

something she should be dealing with under any circumstances.

So Camille just listened and didn't intend to respond.

But Camille's indifference triggered an outburst of emotions from Page. Page said, "Camille, what does

your indifferent attitude mean? We're talking about Armstrong Corp now. Shouldn't you take some

responsibility?!"

Page seemed anxious, but Camille remained composed, her face cold to the extreme.

Without any waves in her eyes, she casually asked, "What responsibility do I have? Armstrong Corp

has nothing to do with me, right? So where does my responsibility lie?"

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Camille asked casually, her words setting off an explosion from Page.

Page aggressively continued her questioning, word by word, filled with intense inquiry. Although they

were separated by the phone, Camille clearly felt a strong anger coming at her from afar.

However, Camille was no longer the same Camille as before. She didn't mind at all, and she didn't care

in the slightest. She even appeared indifferent.

This conversation continued for a while until Page realized that Camille was just placating her. That

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