Chapter 1010: w


    Chapter 1010: w


    They exchanged a smile, and Talia said, "Your Grandpa has a connection with you, and our Simpson


    family has a connection with you too. Luckily, you married into our family."


    Talia and Camille had a rtionship that was more like mother and daughter than that of a typical


    mother-inw and daughter-inw. They had no secrets between them and could speak their minds


    freely.


    Camille chatted with Talia for a while, and since lunchtime was still a bit away, Talia decided to take


    Timmy to the nearby supermarket for a stroll. She wanted to pick up a few things needed for baking a


    cake when they returned.


    Camille stayed back at the Simpson''s mansion, waiting for the old Simpson to wake up. Fletcher had


    kept been away for some time. Now that he was back, he would naturally have a busy schedule in the


    family member to be with him. Camille took on this responsibility willingly.


    As she sat alone, her phone rang. She initially thought it might be Ayan, as he hadn''t contacted her all


    morning, which was unusual since he usually called her outside of meetings.


    Camille picked up her phone and saw Horace''s name on the screen. Her expression visibly changed,


    revealing a sense of disappointment. Nevertheless, she answered the call, saying, "Hello?"


    "It''s me, Horace."


    "Is there something you need?"


    "We just finished the meeting, and that call was originally intended to confirm our coboration with you


    and let Mr. Armstrong know that it''s genuine. But as soon as I answered the call, Mr. Armstrong took


    the phone from me."


    "Understandable, after all, he is your future father-inw. It wouldn''t be wise to make things too tense.


    It''s okay. I don''t mind," Camille responded calmly. Brody''s actions didn''t affect her much as she had


    grown ustomed to such situations. This wasn''t the first time, and it certainly wouldn''t be thest.


    Horace, sensing a hint of teasing in Camille''s words, offered an apology, "Regardless, it was my


    oversight that caused you any difort. I''m truly grateful for Miss Camille''s trust in me."


    He was referring to Camille''s willingness to transfer her shares to him.


    Camille was straightforward, "I believe you can manage Armstrong Corp well. Whether it''s Armstrong


    Corp or her, please take good care of her."


    "You''re too kind, Miss Camille."


    "I mean it."


    "Alright, I understand. You can trust me. I''ll do my best."


    "That''s good."


    Camille and Horace exchanged these few words before the conversation naturally came to an end.


    After hanging up, Camille''s expression turned cold, and she let out a light sigh, her eyes filled with


    displeasure.


    She decided to put her phone on airne mode, temporarily shutting out the world to avoid further


    disruptions.


    Meanwhile, at the Simpson Group,


    Ayan had just finished a meeting and returned to his office. Kian immediately handed him some


    documents that required his signature. "Mr. Simpson, these are the approval documents for the Dane


    City coboration. We need your signature, and then I''ll send them out."


    Ayan briefly reviewed the documents and then signed them.


    Kian continued, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Bell just called. He asked when you might have some time for a


    face-to-face meeting."


    "This afternoon, block out an hour for him."


    "Alright, I''ll reply to him shortly." Kian watched Ayan carefully and asked with caution, "Mr. Bell''s


    request for a meeting suggests that there may have been progress in the matter. But Mr. Mikk is not


    an easy person to deal with. Is there a possibility that he might hold Simpson Group responsible for Mr.


    Bell''s actions?"


    Ayan squinted his eyes and replied in aposed tone, "If he has the capability, he can certainly try.


    After all, he''s skilled in such matters. However, for Simpson Group, we won''t allow it. Once Mr. Bell


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    voluntarily admits to his divorce, Mr. Mikk''s leverage will be gone. He won''t dare to be so audacious


    anymore."


    Kian nodded, "Alright, I''ll contact Mr. Bell now."


    Ayan fell silent, lost in thought. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke again, "The rumors on the inte


    only point to him, and we have evidence that proves Simpson Group''s innocence. However, beyond


    that, we don''t have any direct evidence linking him to this matter. To get him to leave Hance for good,


    we need concrete evidence."


    "But finding such evidence seems challenging. He''s skilled at hiding his tracks, making it hard to


    uncover. If we could find it, we would have already found his ws during our previous investigations."


    "That''s true. Some things are difficult to find or may never be found. So, what''s our next step?" Ayan


    raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes filled with a faint smile. His expression and response made Kian


    understand his intentions immediately.


    Kian chuckled, "If we can''t find it, then we create it. That''s the best w. Dealing with cunning and


    maniptive people requires using simr tactics. As you said, ''fight fire with fire.''"


    "Then get to work." Ayan was satisfied with Kian''s response. Having worked with him for a long time,


    Kian knew Ayan''s approach and what he wanted, saving him a lot of time and effort.


    After Kian left the office, Ayan continued working. He paused briefly to send a message to Camille.


    However, he didn''t expect a response since Camille had put her phone on airne mode.


    After waiting for almost five minutes, Ayan picked up his phone and dialed Camille''s number directly.


    Instead of hearing Camille''s familiar voice, he received a mechanical voice prompt indicating that the


    call couldn''t be connected.


    Frowning slightly, Ayan''s deep gaze paused for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his lips. He


    put his phone down without making another call. He knew Camille well enough to understand her


    intentions.


    Returning his attention to his work, Ayan spent the morning dealing with various documents and


    matters rted to Simpson Group. As the clock neared noon, Kian came into his office.


    Ayan stood up, and Kian quickly asked, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Ward invited you for lunch. The secretary


    called half an hour ago to confirm, and since you don''t have any othermitments for lunch, I agreed.


    Would you like me to arrange transportation or will you go on your own?"


    "Rex?"


    "Yes."


    "No need, I''ll call him. You can go off duty now. I''ll be back at the Simpson''s mansionter. After Mr.


    Bell arrives in the afternoon, have him wait for me in the conference room, but don''t bring him directly


    to the office."


    Ayan stepped away from his desk and took his suit jacket from the coat rack. His expression revealed a


    sense of urgency.


    Kian nodded in acknowledgment of his instructions and didn''t dare to inquire further. He opened the


    door for Ayan and apanied him as they left the office.


    Ayan drove alone from the Simpson Group. He first went to a nearby traditional dim sum restaurant,


    where he bought several of Camille''s favorite dishes. After paying the bill, he returned to his car with


    the items.


    He maintained a rtively fast pace while driving, taking about forty minutes to return from the city


    center to the Simpson''s mansion.


    Parking his car, a house servant immediately approached him. "Sir, may I carry these for you?"


    "No need, I''ll handle it myself," Ayan declined in a subdued tone. He then carried the dim sum and


    walked briskly towards the house.


    Inside, there was faint chattering from the dining room as they were just about to have a meal.


    One of the house servants reminded, "Master Ayan has returned."


    Camille, seated at the dining table, briefly hesitated when she caught sight of that figure out of the


    corner of her eye. But she immediatelyposed herself and, looking at the old Simpson, asked,


    "Grandpa, would you like to have some soup first?"