Chapter 179 - Kidnapped


    Eileen pursed her lips, her heart was like being clutched by something so hard that she couldn''t


    breathe, she asked him so many times if he didn''t want to get a divorce.


    But he was all silent without any intention to answer.


    But at the moment, she just asked him to convert his promise to marry her into other conditions to


    honor her, and he couldn''t wait to answer.


    Is it true that he doesn''t have any feelings for her anymore?


    Had he been waiting for her to make such an offer?


    Eileen''s eyelids fluttered lightly, keeping herposure as she whispered, "Yes, I''ve thought about it,


    so Ayan , are you going to agree to my terms?"


    "What terms do you want to exchange for?"


    "I want the Simpson Group to use all of their connections to promote me and get me to win the Oscar


    this year."


    Ayan nced at her with a faint nce, and his words were warm and indifferent: "Is that all?"


    "This is already a lot for me, at least when we really draw the line the day I can also have a ce in the


    circle will not be stepped on."


    "Eileen , do you really want to do this?"


    His deep eyes were warm and cool as he stared at her.


    Eileen pursed her lips and said with a gentle brow, "I''ve thought about it, after all, I can''t force you to


    marry me, and although I love you, I don''t want you to be unhappy, so I''m willing to make you quit


    Ayan did not have the slightest movement because of her words, but his expression became more and


    more warm and indifferent, he was silent for a few seconds before he said ndly: "Since you have


    thought about it, then write it out in ck and white, so that it is good for you and me, do you think?"


    Eileen froze.


    The next second she looked at Ayan with red eyes: "Ayan, are you going to sign a contract with me?"


    Ayan just lightly swept her a nce: "Signing the contract is just a process, there are no disadvantages


    to this condition you mentioned."


    Eileen looked at him incredulously.


    She really didn''t know when Ayan had changed.


    It became less indulgent to her.


    Did he find out about what happened a year ago?


    But Eileen quickly dismissed the idea, it was impossible, he wouldn''t find out.


    So it must have nothing to do with a year ago.


    Did Camille put him up to this?


    Eileen clenched her teeth, her heart was very apprehensive, she was silent for a long time before


    saying, "Ayan, I''m afraid that once we sign the contract we will really be a cooperative


    rtionship, I don''t know what to do? Can you give me time to think about it?"


    She got a little scared.


    She was afraid that once she signed the contract, Ayan would really leave her alone.


    She didn''t want a day like this toe along.


    The mere fact that she became a vegetable a year ago because of Ayan''s injuries was enough to make


    him responsible for her for the rest of her life.


    So she was reluctant topletely simplify the rtionship with a contract.


    Ayan seemed to anticipate that she would not immediately agree, so he did not continue to say


    anything, as long as she wanted to think about it, so let her.


    After dealing with this matter time is already 3:00 am.


    Ayan drove back down to the apartment building, but didn''t go up there, fearing he might wake Camille


    and upset her with what would probably be another, "You can move out now."


    Camille is now saying everything with no mercy at all, and he can kind of see that it was probably all


    pretend before.


    He parked the car and opened the window, then lit a cigarette and just leaned on the driver''s seat for


    the rest of the night.


    Around 7:00 a.m., he bought breakfast before going upstairs.


    He went straight to his grandmother.


    Then he apanied Grandma to have breakfast first, and while Camille was away, he took the


    initiative to mention, "Grandma, Dr. Ellis won''t be back until next week, so I''ll schedule your checkup for


    next Monday."


    "Okay, I''m relieved that you arranged it."


    Ayan nodded, then looked at his grandmother and asked, "You still decided not to tell her?"


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    "Do not say, save her worry, I am a handful of years old, but also all the old problems nothing


    happened."


    Grandma smiled lightly, but let Ayan silent, he always felt that Grandma seems to be intentionally


    hiding something, but not sure, so did not ask more.


    After breakfast, Camille got up too.


    She reacted to the fact that Ayan hadn''te home all night and seemed to be in an indescribable


    mood of boredom, but then made a special effort to remind herself not to be influenced by anyone, and


    then came to see her grandmother.


    She was also slightly surprised to see Ayan on her grandmother''s side.


    Ayan opened the porridge and pulled out the chair for her and exined in a low voice: "I came back


    car."


    Camille frowned slightly, she didn''t quite understand what Ayan meant, was he exining to her?


    She didn''t say anything, just gave him a motionless look before sitting down and starting to eat her


    breakfast.


    Afterwards, Ayan drove her to the office himself, and before getting out of the car, he volunteered,


    "Next time youe to Simpson Group, don''t ask your assistant to rece you, huh?"


    "Why?"


    "No reason, just not quite free to personally Kate an assistant."


    Camille was silent, but when she looked at him, she met a pair of deep dark eyes watching her for an


    instant.


    She subconsciously moved away and said faintly, "Oh."


    Camille got out of the car and drove off, and so did Ayan.


    Neither of them noticed the silver van that had been following behind them.


    In the afternoon, Camille took Yessica to the construction site.


    She came in two days in a row and made Mr. Moss a little stressed, and Mr. Moss asked, "Camille, is


    there something Mr. Simpson doesn''t feelfortable with me?"


    Camille immediately understood and exined: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Simpson, I came here by


    myself, don''t think too much, you are very responsible, I came here just need some special attention,


    besides, this is my job."


    "I''m relieved you said that, and I''ll be prepared to make changes in advance if Mr. Simpson is not


    satisfied."


    "No, everything is fine for now."


    Camille finished talking to Mr. Moss and then went straight to the material storage area, where she


    asked Yessica to check the lot numbers and codes of the steel with the custodian.


    She was so careful because there was always a feeling that something was not quite right, a feeling


    that was getting stronger and stronger.


    Camille stayed on site until 7pm.


    Ayan had already called twice before this: "When is it over? I''lle pick you up?"


    "No, I drove myself over, you go back first."


    "Really?"


    "Mr. Simpson, why don''t you find a rope and tie me to the house and forbid me toe out to work?"


    Camille''s tone was light, her eyes focused on the inbound registration form in her hand.


    Ayan sighed silently and said meaningfully, "If you want, I can do it."


    Camille beamed, grunted softly, and then cut the call off.


    She worked for a while longer until it was dark before she put down the unread registration form in her


    hand, "Yessica, let''s go."


    Yessica showed a light smile and said somewhat less than kindly, "I''ll go first then."


    "Don''t you want me to give you a ride?"


    "Someone came to pick me up."


    "Boyfriend?"


    Camille asks curiously.


    Yessica shook her head, "Not yet, I haven''t said yes yet."


    She covered her face, and the shy smile of a little girl made Camilleugh along with her.


    Camille : "Then go quickly, don''t keep people waiting, and next time let me know if I get caught up in


    work."


    Yessica nodded her head and said yes, then picked up her bag and trotted out. She got on the back of


    the motorcycle and smelled like youth, something Camille had never had before.


    She was a little envious and a smile subconsciously surfaced at the corners of her mouth before she


    withdrew her gaze and took her bag to the parking lot.


    She just never expected that she would be kidnapped in the parking lot of the construction site where


    people wereing and going!