My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1362: Anxiety

Chapter 1362: Anxiety

Seeing an unmarked number, Camille's forehead subconsciously furrowed. In her mind, she immediately thought of one person she was not too eager to answer. But the phone kept ringing, and if she kept ignoring it, who knows what the other party might do out of frustration?

The more Camille thought about it, the more worried she became, so she reached out and picked up the phone, lightly pressing the answer button.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn't speak, instead holding her breath in silence, as the voice on the other end of the line spoke, confirming Camille's guess: "It's me."

The familiar voice of a man verified Camille's suspicions.

She narrowed her eyes without intending to speak, but the other party seemed unfazed, continuing indifferently, "Has Ayan gone abroad?"

Camille's face changed, and her whole demeanor instantly became tense. But soon, she took a deep breath in silence, then calmly said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Camille, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? Ayan has clearly gone abroad on a business trip. Why did you lie to me and say he's in Hance City?"

"He was originally in Hance City. If you don't believe me, you can go to Simpson Group to check, can't you?"

"Camille, are you trying to evade me? Don't you fear..." his words were full of threats and warnings, his voice filled with a sharp coldness as he continued, "So, you still refuse to tell the truth?"

Camille pursed her lips and naturally remained silent. After all, he had no evidence, so why should she believe him? She replied, "I don't understand what you mean. If you really suspect me like this, why bother making this call?"

Preston seemed angry. He snorted coldly and said, "What do you mean? Are you not afraid now? Do you think Ayan's return has made you fearless? Camille, I'm in the dark while you're in the light. You know my personality, and you know exactly what I'm capable of."

Preston completely exhibited a fearless attitude, causing an inexplicable chill down one's spine, instilling an indescribable sense of fear.

Camille remained composed, saying, "If you have evidence, just present it. If not, there's no need to blindly probe me. Honestly, it's very boring, with no meaning at all.”

Her attitude caused Preston's voice to disappear briefly for a few seconds, but that didn't stop him.

Preston said, "Camille, if | didn't have evidence, why would | call you?"

Camille narrowed her eyes, a cold expression evident in her gaze.

She remained silent, prompting Preston to say, "Camille, I'll give you one more chance. Will you tell the truth?” Camille maintained a serious expression. "| am telling the truth. If you don't believe me, there's nothing | can do."

Preston coldly stated, "Camille, don't think | don't know Ayan is cooperating with Tillery's Corporation. If | were to do something to Timmy and the Simpson family members now, do you think Ayan can spare time to deal with Tillery's Corporation? | know who Ayan's competitors are. | know those who've had their eyes on Ayan for a long time."

Camille's face instantly turned extremely stiff, lips tightly pursed, her expression reaching an unsightly extreme.

Her voice quivered slightly, even though she was trying hard to disguise it. Preston's words echoed repeatedly in her ears, wanting to maintain composure, but finding it difficult.

Taking a deep breath, she said softly, "Preston, you may not believe me, or threaten me with my loved ones, but do you think you can escape the law? Are you planning to burn all bridges with me through these actions? If so, then whatever | say is futile. There's no need for you to make this call, is there?"

After finishing her statement, Camille hung up without waiting for a response from Preston.

She immediately blocked Preston's number, not wanting to receive any calls related to him. However, she knew this was impossible, as blocking one number would not prevent him from contacting her in other ways.

Camille's action aimed to minimize contact with Preston, wanting to avoid any unnecessary interactions.

Despite blocking Preston's number, Camille's inner unease did n lessen. Her face | steqd badémieincreasinaly Nas evit an extremely unpleasant expression. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Clutching her phone tightly, her mind tangled in a mess. After hesitating for a while, she decided to call Sienna right away.

The call rang quickly, but Sienna did not answer. Camille stood UPTESRT\ her chair, fi rowing he? rows, and Walked owards the door, intending to ask Yessica to make the call. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

However, as Camille reached the door and raised her hand, it swung open from the outside.

Sienna stood at the doorway, holding a phone with its ringtone incessantly.

Their eyes met, and Sienna asked lightly, "What are you doing?"

Camille immediately ended the call, then grabbed Sienna’s hand and pulled her into the office, closing the door behind them.

Her expression appeared worried and anxious, her brows f owedaigntiy! egnake in’ How tone, "Preston just called me." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

"Preston?" Sienna couldn't help but scoff. "He just can't let go, can he?"