Chapter 817: Meddling


    Chapter 817: Meddling


    Camille nced at him for a moment before lowering her gaze to the desk, maintaining a silence


    devoid of any sound.


    Preston''s actions stirred up restlessness within others. After all, he was the high and mighty project


    manager. How could he not be forgiven when he humbled himself to apologize?


    Preston''s demeanor was gentle and humble, his expression and words sincere. For everyone else, this


    matter wasn''t his doing, so why should he apologize?


    He had generally been good to everyone, including Sophie, Summer, and the other architects. They all


    nodded in agreement, saying, "Mr. Baxter, we believe in you."


    Preston smiled warmly, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you all for your trust. I will not let you


    down and hope you will supervise to ensure our project continues to progress for the better."


    "Yes, we will," everyone except Camille replied, nodding firmly, expressing their determination.


    While everyone spoke up, Camille remained silent.


    Preston''s gaze remained fixed on her, but Camille gave no response, avoiding any eye contact with


    him.


    The others present also noticed Camille''s silence and Preston''s gaze upon her. The true nature of their


    rtionship wasn''t entirely clear to everyone, but this incident almost caused Camille to take the


    me. They assumed Camille was perhaps upset with Sean, causing her to avoid any unnecessary


    involvement with Preston.


    Because Camille was Ayan''s wife, no one worried that her coldness would provoke any negative


    sentiments from Preston.


    After a brief moment of quiet, Jenson interrupted, saying, "Since everyone has spoken, let''s review all


    the design ns and proposals. We''ll have lunch together and take the afternoon off. We''ll officially


    begin work tomorrow."


    Taking the afternoon off was the most joyous thing for every hardworking individual.


    Sophie couldn''t contain her excitement and eximed, "Mr. Evans, you''re awesome! Mr. Baxter, you''re


    awesome too!"


    Others echoed, creating a lively atmosphere in the office.


    In order to finish work quickly, everyone worked in harmony. By around 11 o''clock, they hadpleted


    their tasks and proceeded directly to the restaurant.


    Jenson and Preston rode the elevator together, but when they reached the parking garage, Preston


    didn''t head to his car with Jenson. Instead, he said, "Mr. Evans, you go ahead with the rest. I might be


    a littlete."


    Jenson asked, "Is there something else, Mr. Baxter?"


    "No, it''s just that I want to have a chat with Miss Armstrong. We''ve been friends for many years, and


    the reason I didn''t tell everyone about our rtionship in the project was to avoid influencing Miss


    Armstrong''s work. So I hope Mr. Evans can keep it a secret for me."


    Preston confessed that he had known Camille from the beginning and specifically mentioned their long-


    standing friendship.


    Jenson only slightly hesitated before smiling and said, "Mr. Baxter, don''t worry. I''m not one to meddle.


    Since that''s the case, I''ll take the team and head to the restaurant first."


    Without pausing for another second, Jenson walked directly towards the car.


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    Camille, being thest one toe down from the conference room floor as she had gone to the


    restroom, saw Preston standing in the waiting area outside the elevator door.


    Their gazes met briefly, and she instinctively furrowed her brow. Before she could speak, Preston''s


    voice sounded.


    Preston said, "Cami, is it that you don''t want to see me?"


    Camille''s expression remained calm and her voice was low as she said, "Why would you think that?"


    She looked down, no longer meeting Preston''s gaze, and after silently taking a breath, she continued,


    "Aren''t you going to the restaurant? Everyone has gone."


    "I''m waiting here for you."


    He spoke directly, without any hint of gentleness.


    Camille narrowed her eyes slightly and asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"


    "Did you see the message I sent you yesterday?"


    "Yes, I saw it."


    "Then why didn''t you reply?" he continued to press, clearly wanting an answer before letting go.


    Camille furrowed her brow slightly, her eyes devoid of any emotion. Her voice carried no warmth as she


    replied, "I didn''t know what to say to you. You asked for my forgiveness, but I didn''t know what I should


    forgive you for. Did you do something wrong and want my forgiveness?"


    "If you''re hoping for my forgiveness because of Sean, then I have to tell you it''s probably unlikely."


    Camille gave a wry smile, but her eyes held no amusement, instead revealing a touch of indifference.


    She said, "Although Sean hurt Louise, I have no connection to Louise, and we may even have some


    conflicts. But even so, it shouldn''t have escted to this point, right? If you''re apologizing because of


    Sean, then it shouldn''t be to me."


    "It''s not solely because of Sean."


    "Then what else is it? Is it because of the incident where I was kidnapped the day before yesterday?


    But what does that have to do with you? Preston, you wouldn''t tell me that you actually knew about it


    from the beginning, would you?"


    Camille stared calmly at Preston, her gaze fixed on him without blinking, with a hint of a shallow smile


    ying at the corners of her eyes.


    She waited for Preston''s answer, quietly watching him.


    Her direct question caught Preston off guard, and he hesitated for a moment before responding in a


    low voice, "I didn''t know at first. Ayan came to me and med me for kidnapping you, and then he


    attacked me, with some of his people present. Cami, you know me. I''ve always been a reasonable


    person. I want people to speak their mind directly, without resorting to violence or using me of


    things I didn''t do. I''m not good at exining myself, but I won''t admit to something I didn''t do. If I really


    wanted to take you away from him, do you think I would have waited until now? You know that better


    than anyone. You know me, and I wouldn''t do something like that, right?"


    A trace of sadness flickered in Preston''s eyes, seemingly genuinely aggrieved and distressed. When


    he mentioned Ayaning to punch him, Camille was surprised and shocked.


    Her expression became dazed, and even her heart felt a sense of astonishment.


    Was Preston the first person to be suspect by Ayan after she disappeared?


    And did he get attacked by Ayan?


    Camille blinked lightly, her expression still dazed, and for a while, she didn''t react at all.


    Her silence made Preston''s expression stiffen, and he asked in a low voice, "Cami, are you silent


    because you don''t believe me?"


    Only then did Camille react, shaking her head lightly and saying calmly, "No, it''s not that. I just found


    your words surprising earlier. I apologize on his behalf. He was probably too worried, which led to this


    impulsive behavior. I hope you can forgive him. As for him attacking you, did he hurt you? If you feel


    ufortable in any way, I can take you to the hospital for an examination. That way, you can be


    reassured. And if there are any further problems, you can..."


    Camille wanted to say that if there were any further problems, they would take full responsibility, both


    her and Ayan.


    But before she could say these words, Preston interrupted her.


    Preston''s face turned extremely dark, carrying a touch of displeasure. He said tly, "Cami, is your


    main concern whether Ayan will be held responsible for hurting me? Aren''t you worried about whether


    I''m actually hurt or if there are other issues?"


    Camille furrowed her brow, puzzled. She said, "Preston, I don''t quite understand what you mean. Aren''t


    those two things the same?"