Chapter 792: Ignoring


    Chapter 792: Ignoring


    The man''s face was cold, his expression extremely unpleasant.


    After a brief pause, he calmly said, "He''s just ying tricks. If he really has witnesses, why doesn''t he


    just present them directly?"


    The man clearly didn''t believe it.


    But his secretary whispered, "Ayan is cunning and unpredictable. We shouldn''t take it lightly. Shall I


    investigate?"


    "Going to investigate now is like walking into a trap," the man denied. A cold gleam shed in his eyes,


    and he said with a hint of disdain, "Ayan is just trying to divert attention from himself. Does he think this


    will make the public believe him? Delusional!"


    "So, should we..."


    It was unclear what the secretary said, but a cold smile appeared in the man''s eyes, and the corners of


    his mouth grew colder and more profound.


    Meanwhile, it was around 7 p. m. in the evening.


    It should have been an ordinary night, but everything was different because of what happened today.


    Maple Leaves Mansion.


    Camille sat at the dining table, having dinner. From her angle, she could see Ayan standing on the


    balcony, smoking. He said he wasn''t hungry and would eatter.


    But Camille knew that it wasn''t that he wasn''t hungry, he just had no appetite.


    After all, this incident would cause significant trouble for the Simpson Group, but she knew very well


    that it had nothing to do with him. He wouldn''t bother doing such things, but other people might not


    believe it.


    Thinking about all of this, Camille lost her appetite as well.


    She put down her fork and sat quietly in her chair, not going over to disturb him.


    Her phone received a message at this moment, sent by Sienna.


    Sienna asked, "Are you okay?"


    It seemed that she also knew about the incident.


    Camille replied, "I''m okay."


    Sienna asked, "So, that means it''s not good. I read the online content, and isn''t your Mr. Simpson in a


    terrible situation right now?"


    "It''s okay, not particrly bad. It''s just that this matter involves a loss of life. He is personally fine, but


    he represents the Simpson Group and the Simpson family."


    Ayan''s concern was actually about thetter. As long as the matter wasn''t resolved, the negative


    impact on the Simpson Group would continue, and the fluctuations in the stock market would persist.


    This would cause considerable losses to the Simpson Group.


    As for the incident itself, it was nothing worth mentioning for Ayan. However, he needed a clean


    solution so as not to bring any further spection to the Simpson Group and the Simpson family.


    Sienna said, "I asked Mario about it. He said that as soon as thetest news broke out, it immediately


    diverted attention. Now, with the era of the inte, the people paying attention are not only the locals


    in Hance City. Moreover, due to Ayan''s identity, the handling of this matter will attract even more


    attention than an ordinary person."


    "Yes, I know."


    "So, Ayan absolutely needs to handle this matter properly. Otherwise, it''s not just a matter of one life."


    "Yes."


    "Cami, don''t worry. You have to trust him. He will definitely be able to handle it."


    "Yeah, I believe he can."


    Camille sighed silently, feeling a bit down.


    Sienna added, "If there''s anything I can do to help, let me know as soon as possible. After all, I''m the


    secretary of the President of the King Group. I''m sure I can be of use."


    Camille smiled and said, "Sure, don''t worry. If there''s a need, you''ll be the first person I reach out to.


    You can''t escape."


    After chatting with Sienna for a while, her mood improved slightly.


    Butpared to her, Ayan''s mood was probably even worse, right?


    Camille put down her phone, got up, and poured a ss of water and brought it to Ayan.


    She walked up to him, handed him the water, and softly asked, "Isn''t it tiring to stand here?"


    Ayan took the ss from her hand, looked at Camille with gentle eyes, took a sip of water, ced the


    ss on the nearby table, and then gently embraced Camille''s shoulder. He said, "I''m not tired."


    Camille leaned against his chest and whispered, "Is this matter difficult to handle?"


    "It''s okay!"


    "Are you really okay? You didn''t even have dinner!"


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    Ayan smiled faintly and said, "Not having dinner has nothing to do with this matter."


    "Then why?"


    "Because I couldn''t figure out some other issues, so I reviewed everything again and found some


    inconsistencies. As for this current matter, it won''t cause me any trouble. The wind has already be


    uncertain. For Simpson Group, it might even be a marketing opportunity that doesn''t require any


    money. It can be used to promote the new project."


    His voice was gentle, making it hard to discern whether his words were true or false.


    Camille stared at him, slightly bewildered. "Are you lying to me?"


    "How could I dare to lie to you?"


    There was a hint of a smile in his eyes.


    She furrowed her brows lightly and said, "You give me the feeling that you''re lying to me."


    Ayan''s smile deepened at the corner of his lips. He calmly said, "What do I have to say for you to


    believe that I''m not lying to you?"


    Camille pondered seriously for a moment and then replied calmly, "Just tell me the truth. Will this


    matter really not cause you any trouble or consequences?"


    "Of course not. I haven''t done anything to deserve trouble."


    Ayan smirked, a cunning warmth shed in his eyes. "Whoever did it, I''ll make sure they take back their


    usations step by step."


    Camille felt slightly reassured as long as Ayan didn''t feel too pressured.


    They locked eyes for a moment, and Camille continued, "So, what were you thinking about earlier?


    What was the difficult issue that even after reviewing it, you still found it troublesome?"


    His eyes narrowed slightly. "It''s some things I haven''t figured out yet. I''ll tell you once I understand.


    Okay?"


    Since he put it that way, Camille didn''t inquire further.


    Camille held his hand and apanied him back to have dinner. Then Kian also returned to Hance


    City and arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion.


    Ayan put on his coat and said to Camille, "I''m going out with Kian for a while. Don''t wait for me. Rest if


    you''re tired."


    "Who said I''m waiting for you?" Camille lowered her gaze and replied casually.


    Ayan smiled and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly for a moment before letting her go and


    leaving.


    After he left, Camille felt like the room became empty and cold. Most of the time, they each did their


    own things even when they were together, so why did the difference feel so significant?


    Camille sighed helplessly, raised her hand, and rubbed her temple. This feeling was truly frustrating.


    Ayan left Maple Leaves Mansion, and Kian, driving the car, nced at him through the rearview mirror


    before asking, "Mr. Simpson, you asked me to arrange for someone to investigate Louise''s apartment


    for clues. Her phone is in the hands of the police because it was damaged when she fell from the


    building. It''s currently being repaired, and it''s unclear if there''s anything useful inside. However, we


    found fingerprints other than hers at her ce, but we don''t have any objects forparison, so we


    can''t determine whose fingerprints they are."


    Ayan leaned back on the back seat, his expression extremely indifferent. He said, "Since the other


    party was able to tamper with all the surveince cameras in the apartment, it means they anticipated


    the fingerprint issue. Apart from that, is there anything unusual about her bank ounts or other


    personal belongings?"


    "No, everything is normal. So, we couldn''t find anything useful. We also reached out to her family under


    the pretext of the media, but she rarely goes home, and her family doesn''t know much about what she


    was up to."


    "If that''s the case, it''s no use of continuing the investigation." Ayan looked out the window where neon


    lights illuminated the streets on both sides. His mood was inexplicablyplex, and in a low voice, he


    said, "Did we overlook something?"


    "What do you mean?" Kian asked, confused.


    He continued, "We''ve always been actively searching for what we need, so the results aren''t obvious.


    Why don''t we wait for someone to voluntarily reveal something to us?"


    "You mean wait for the mastermind behind this to provide us with clues and evidence voluntarily? That


    seems quite difficult. They probably won''t do anything now."


    "Don''t forget, we have someone in our hands." He narrowed his eyes, a touch of indifference in his


    voice.