Chapter 1096: Losing Face
Chapter 1096: Losing Face
Brody looked at Preston with a serious expression, his demeanor indifferent, and his eyes devoid of
any warmth or emotion. He questioned, "So, you''re telling me you''re cooperating with me because of
Camille?"
Preston''s face revealed no emotional cues or thoughts. He smirked lightly, and the subtle smile in his
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eyes made it difficult to discern what he was thinking.
He casually curved his lips into a smile and said, "What does Mr. Armstrong think?"
Brody replied, "I don''t care if you''re cooperating with me because of Camille. Since we''re working
together, I hope both of us can take it seriously. Don''t ruin your career because of a woman."
"Yeah, don''t ruin your career over a woman. So, Mr. Armstrong, rest assured. I know what I''m doing."
Preston''s words made Brody feel something was off, but he couldn''t pinpoint exactly what it was.
Brody looked at Preston, his suspicions growing stronger. He asked, "Did you and Camille have a
falling out?"
"Not really a falling out. I just wanted her to leave Ayan, but she refused to agree. I just think she''s a
girl. Since she''s divorced from Ayan, why continue to suffer with him? This only makes Ayan more
ruthless. After all, a girl shouldn''t be too submissive, right?"
Preston''s words resonated with Brody, and suddenly he felt that his thoughts aligned with Preston''s.
Following Preston''s lead, Brody responded, "You''re right. A girl should strive for independence and not
rely too much on a man. If she''s divorced and still with that man, it''s not only embarrassing for herself
but also tarnishing our Armstrong family''s reputation. But no matter what I say, she doesn''t listen. In her
mind, everything rted to the Simpson family is more important."
"Could it be because the Simpson family treats her better, so she acts this way?"
"How is that possible? The Simpson family isn''t her family. How could they unconditionally treat her
well? It''s a joke. The Simpson family is nice to her because she''s part of our Armstrong family, and my
father has a good rtionship with the Simpson family. It''s not solely because of Camille. She''s just
overthinking and deluding herself."
Brodyunched into a new round of criticism against Camille, attributing all the negative thoughts to
her. He continued speaking without realizing that Preston''s expression had be less pleasant.
Brody talked about many faults of Camille, even bringing up the marriage alliance with the Simpson
family. He said, "Originally, we didn''t agree to let Camille marry Ayan. Our n was for our eldest
daughter, Grace, to marry Ayan. They often met, and there was a certain rapport between them.
Getting along would undoubtedly be much better. But my old man in the Armstrong family had different
ideas. He insisted on having Camille marry Ayan. Now, although they have children, the current
situation is not good."
Preston said lightly, "I think you should be grateful that the old Armstrong arranged for Camille to marry
Ayan."
"Don''t you also think they''re not suitable for each other?"
"It seems like your Armstrong family has never truly understood her. You''ve never asked her what she
really wants. So, do you think you''re a responsible father?" Preston looked at Brody indifferently, his
gaze revealing a clear chill. His tone sounded like he was questioning Brody, causing Brody''s
expression to instantly be solemn.
Brody looked at him and asked, "What do you mean by all these words?"
"No special meaning, just casual remarks. Mr. Armstrong, don''t be too nervous. I was just speaking
casually." Preston smiled faintly, and his eyes made it uneasy to maintain eye contact.
Their gazes met for a moment, and Preston smoothly changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Armstrong,
don''t overthink it. I was just making casual remarks. Well, I need to go to thepany. Horace has
arranged some work for me, and I have to do my best to ensure that Mr. Armstrong doesn''t lose face in
Armstrong Corp."
After finishing his words, Preston didn''t wait for Brody to respond; he had already walked away.
Exiting the Armstrong family, Preston''s face became extremely unpleasant, especially when he thought
about what Camille had said to him just now. He genuinely felt an inexplicable anger.
Why would Camille treat him like this?
Why does she always feel that whatever he does is wrong?
In her eyes, is everything he does considered a mistake?
The more Preston thought about it, the more uncontroble his emotions became. His face turned cold,
and his expression constantly reflected silence.
This incident significantly affected Preston''s mood.
However, today, he still had to go to the museum to meet with Jenson, the project manager and his
former partner. Jenson''spany, Wind Construction Company, was the main contractor for the
museum project, responsible for both external design and interior decoration. Preston had questioned
Jenson''s identity and how he could have the capability to secure such arge project, but despite
numerous inquiries and investigations, no useful information was found.
Preston had many doubts, but without any breakthrough, it all seemed futile.
Arriving at the museum, a considerable amount of time had passed since hisst visit. This time, the
experience waspletely different due to the significant change in his status.
After getting out of the car, he walked directly to the museum entrance, but the security stopped him.
The security guard was the same as before and recognized Preston. He was aware of the recent
events surrounding Preston, so he insisted, "I''m sorry, please register."
The security guard was firm, not allowing Preston to enter the gate without registration.
Quintus, standing beside Preston, suggested, "Mr. Walker, maybe we should just register?"
Preston remained motionless, and Quintus had to sign on his behalf, leaving behind Preston''s identity
information.
After checking the details, the security guard finally allowed them to pass, but Preston''s face was
extremely unpleasant, cold to the extreme.
Quintus spoke cautiously, "Mr. Walker, don''t bother with these small-minded people. Our main purpose
foring today is to secure this project."
Preston''s expression eased slightly at Quintus''s words, but a hint of coldness still lingered in his eyes.
He felt it was ack of respect.
The two took the elevator to the third floor of the museum, where the bidding site was located.
Entering the bidding area with their invitation cards, Preston was arranged to sit towards the back. After
sitting down, nobody paid him any attention. Many well-knownpanies in the front were eager to
boast about theirpany''s strengths, some even presented well-prepared design drafts.
The results were not immediately announced, causing thepanies and studios that had worked
hard to leave one by one.
Since Preston sat down, he hadn''t moved the entire time. Quintus, noticing this, seemed somewhat
concerned and asked, "Mr. Walker, shouldn''t we try to assert ourselves?"
Preston crossed his arms and said, "At this point, how do you think we should assert ourselves? There
are so many people, all considered more qualified than Armstrong Corp. No matter what I say, they''ll
still think Armstrong Corp is not qualified enough."
"What should we do then?"
"Wait."
Preston said calmly.
They waited for about an hour, and most people in the room had left.
Preston stood up and walked towards the front. He stopped in front of a person, his voice warm and
light, "Mr. Evans, long time no see!"
Jenson, who was reading through thepiled information of variouspanies, instinctively raised
his head upon hearing the voice. His eyes flickered with a hint of surprise as he looked at Preston. He
said, "Mr. Walker?"
Preston gave a faint smile and looked at Jenson. "It''s me. I''m honored that Mr. Evans still remembers
me."
"Mr. Walker is joking. Of course, I remember. It''s been a long time since ourst business dealings!"
Jenson stood up, extending his hand for a handshake.
Then Jenson asked, "Is there something specific, Mr. Walker, or did youe to check on the project,
which is nearingpletion?"