My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 292: Showdown

Chapter 292: Showdown

Camille lightly pursed her lips and asked in a low voice: "Where have you been? Why didn't you come

back for dinner tonight?"

"I thought it didn't matter where I have been, after all, there hadn't been any calls or messages all day

anyway, right?"

His response was nonchalant, with a haughty self-deprecation.

Camille smiled helplessly and said, "But you didn't call me either, did you?"

"So I have to reach out to you? And you can't come to me?"

He narrowed his eyes and questioned lightly.

Camille didn't respond, but simply asked, "Ayan, are you really going to keep talking to me like that?"

Ayan eyes a meal, gaze straight at the woman sitting on the sofa, her appearance cold and indifferent,

giving people a sense of gentle, but do not know, she ruthless up who is not her opponent.

Especially when he thought of a man hiding in her heart, he was furious.

His pupils tightened and he said in a low voice, "It's late, go take a shower and rest, huh?"

He is not continuing the conversation, so that means the matter is over.

Although there are no more arguments, the atmosphere between the two is still a bit raw.

Camille does not want to ask for his help at this time, otherwise his careful eyes will think it is to find his

help so take the initiative to talk to him.

Camille's head hurt when she thought of his pettiness, this man was somehow particularly stingy,

especially when it came to matters concerning the two of them.

She shook her head helplessly and planned to mention it tomorrow.

The night was dreamless, and when she woke up the next day, he hadn't left as early as yesterday.

At breakfast time, she approached him to talk: "Did Rex say anything?"

"Hmm?"

He ate the dumplings and looked up at her the same way.

She continued, "Didn't he have anything to say when he came running to Sienna drunk?"

"No."

Rex went straight to the office after waking up from the hotel and didn't say a word about knocking on

Sienna's door in the middle of the night after getting drunk, so I don't know if he didn't remember

anything or if he meant something else.

Afterwards the two of them finished their breakfast quietly and Ayan was about to leave for the office.

He walked to the entrance to change his shoes, glanced at her standing in the middle of the living room

and whispered, "I'm going to the office."

Camille hmms, pursing her lips a little.

When Ayan saw that she didn't move, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She then reacted and took the initiative to lift her feet towards him, she tilted her head and looked at

him, "Ayan, I want to ask you a favor, I didn't take the initiative to talk to you because I need your help, I

don't have that in mind at all you don't misunderstand me."

Fearing that Ayan would misunderstand, she said everything he could think of in advance.

Ayan laughed at her reaction and said lightly, "Is that what I am in your eyes?"

"I didn't think so, I just wanted to explain clearly in advance to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Say it, what do you want me to do for you?"

His deep eyes were fixed on her.

Camille asked, "I want to look up something, that is, for example, clothes and pants and hats and

shoes and things like that, but I don't have a channel for that, so can you help me with an introduction?"

Camille did not deliberately hide, but instead acting straightforward for her purpose, and saved Ayan

from guessing or being overly concerned about her purpose.

Ayan nodded slightly, then asked, "Is there a specific brand?"

"Nothing special, but it is best to have the right to intersect with the major luxury brands, so that it is

also convenient for me to follow up with the need."

She looked at him, full of expectation.

Ayan was briefly silent as he thought carefully again, then gave a sentence, "I'll have Kian contact you

later and he'll recommend someone for you, cool?"

"Okay." She nodded, "Thank you, Ayan."

He narrowed his eyes at her and said in a low voice, "If you really want to thank me, don't keep making

me angry, huh?"

Camille was slightly stunned as his deep eyes gave her a firm look before he turned and walked

towards the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, she gradually came back to her senses, she can not help but

wonder in the bottom of her mind, when she always make him angry?

Anyway, even a little progress could be considered.

In fact, Camille did not have to ask Ayan for help, she could have chosen to use her own resources to

find out the source of the hat, but she thought it over and finally decided to ask Ayan.

Kian soon contacted her and recommended a luxury designer, a female designer who is well

connected with all the major brands.

Camille also knows this man, named Autumn.

With Ayan as an intermediary, Camille expressed her intention with Autumn, and at first did not run

directly to the hat, but said the names of several pieces of clothes to let Autumn help check the

purchase records and the list of purchasing members.

These are internal confidential information, the normal situation is not allowed to be released to the

outside, but Autumn and Camille to check the store manager is good friends, so can get smoothly.

Autumn sent the list to Camille and casually asked, "What are you looking for these for? You're not

going to sell it, are you?"

"Of course not, it's against the law, I just want to understand their preferences and at the same time sift

through their identities so that it will help me with the job at hand."

Camille's explanation was quite reasonable, so Autumn didn't think much of it and just asked, "What

other brands do you need to send me all together?"

"Good, then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome, I've worked with Mr. Simpson and know you're his wife, so it's only natural that I

should do this favor."

Camille didn't expect Ayan to directly indicate their relationship with Autumn, her heart crossed with an

indescribable warmth.

Camille told Autumn the brand of the Preston hat, and then asked Autumn to bring her the last three

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This hat brand in recent years is very hot, every quarter on the new new will sell crazy, so the list of

tens of thousands of people to sort out, and tens of thousands of people may also have the possibility

of renaming.

But it doesn't matter, she mainly wants to confirm whether there is such a thing or not?

Camille and Sienna found a dozen Mollys out of tens of thousands of people, and finally checked the

membership information to determine that the Molly they were looking for had bought the hat a month

ago.

She bought a total of two tops, which are lovers' types.

Each hat had a number, Camille opened her phone to check the photo she took of the hat with Molly's

purchase number comparison, and finally confirmed that Preston's hat is Molly's purchase.

After a busy day, they finally had the results.

But Camille didn't feel any relief, instead the pressure was heavier.

But Sienna's focus was different from hers. Sienna said, "Finally, I know why Molly hates you, so you

really like Preston, huh?"

She was simply guessing before, but she didn't expect it to really be the case.

Even lovers' type.

She tsked twice, "Isn't Molly disgusting?"

"Don't talk about other people, it's none of our business." Camille interrupted her, emotions not much

higher.

Sienna sits cross-legged, facing Camille, and asks, "Now that we've found out, is it time for a

showdown with Preston?"

Camille glanced at Sienna with a slightly serious look and an indifferent voice, "Well, yeah."

Sienna gazed at her, her fine eyelashes blinking, and asked, "Cami, why don't you wait until after your

birthday before you break it to him?"