Chapter 1191: Torture
Chapter 1191: Torture
Camille drove the car while responding in a nonchnt tone, almost dismissively. However, Preston
didn''t notice, nor did he disy any trace of doubt. It seemed as though his thoughts were not focused
on her response, but rather on where she was at that moment.
In response to Camille''s answer, Preston spoke softly, "Is there anything wrong? I''m just a bit
concerned about you. Do you need me to apany you?"
"No, I can handle it myself. It''s not a big deal, don''t worry. I''m fine. Well, I''m busy on my end, so let''s
not talk right now," Camille quickly rejected Preston''s offer with a few words. She then found a quick
excuse to end the conversation with him because she was waiting for Kian''s call and didn''t want to
waste time on others.
Camille pressed her lips lightly, following Ayan''s car until they reached a luxurious vi. When the car
came to a stop, Eileen, who was in the driver''s seat, got out of the car. She walked to the security
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booth, brought the security guard out, and led him to the passenger seat. It seemed like she was
saying something to the guard. The guard tilted his head, leaned over to look at the passenger seat,
and then nodded before lifting the barrier.
Camille was not unfamiliar with this ce; it was a vi owned by Ayan. After Ayan had selected
Franklin Bay, he asked for Camille''s opinion. If she didn''t like Franklin Bay, they would move to this
ce instead. However, Camille felt that this ce was too far from thepany, so she declined the
offer.
But how did Eileen know this address?
Camille snorted lightly, waiting for Ayan''s car to go far away before driving over. The security guard was
not familiar with her face, as they didn''t interact frequently. Of course, various information had to be
registered, but Camille simply revealed her identity and then pointed to Ayan''s car that had just
entered, saying, "I am his wife."
The security guard''s eyes immediately filled with curiosity, but due to Ayan''s status, he didn''t dare to
ask any further questions. He simply nodded and lifted the barrier for Camille.
Camille drove inside and parked the car at the entrance of the vi, with Ayan''s car also present, but
she parked outside while Ayan''s car was in the garage.
Sitting in the car, Camille felt a bit confused because she didn''t know ifing here was Eileen''s n
or Ayan''s intention. She was wavering.
Camille felt extremely conflicted and hesitant sitting in the car. During this process, she felt tortured.
Just as she hesitated whether to go in directly or perhaps call the police to have them go in on her
behalf, Kian''s call came.
Camille immediately pressed the answer button, never before had she answered a call so swiftly.
Her voice sounded a bit anxious as she asked, "Kian, where are you? Why didn''t you answer my call
earlier?"
"I''m sorry, Mrs. Simpson. I just had a cup of tea. It was sent by Eileen through the waiter, and I wasn''t
prepared, so..."
Kian understood immediately, and he anxiously replied, "What exactly happened? How did he end up
having dinner with Eileen?"
"Mrs. Simpson, you already know?" Kian sounded somewhat surprised.
Camille said, "I followed his car and arrived at the vi. It''s just him and Eileen, so it must be his
intention, right?"
Kian didn''t expect Camille to act so quickly, and he quickly replied, "Mrs. Simpson, can you wait for me
for a moment? I''m on my way there now."
"So, you know where it is?"
"Yes, I''ll be there soon. Can I exin to you once I arrive?"
"Okay, I''ll wait for you."
Camille abruptly ended the call and her eyes turned towards the vi. What exactly was happening
inside?
With a serious expression on her face, Camille''s emotions were already in turmoil. However, she
couldn''t afford to indulge in random thoughts or make impulsive decisions.
Taking a deep breath, she repeatedly told herself to stay calm.
Kian arrived quickly, in just twenty minutes, indicating how fast he was driving.
After parking the car, Kian got out and headed towards Camille''s car. Camille rolled down the window
and looked at him indifferently, asking, "Weren''t you going to Darkmoor with him? Why did youe
here with a car?"
"I prepared a car in advance as a backup."
"So, was this dinner his idea?"
"It was Eileen''s idea. Mr. Simpson was just cooperating with her."
"What are they doing inside now?"
Camille''s face remained calm, although her voice was still cold, even though she knew Ayan was
cooperating with Eileen.
Camille pursed her lips, her gaze never leaving the entrance of the vi. Kian spoke in a lowered voice,
paying close attention to Camille''s expression as he said, "Mrs. Simpson, Mr. Simpson had no choice
but to do this because Eileen is backed by Preston. There are some things that must be faced."
"Alright, I understand. What should we do now? Should I go back and wait?"
"No, stay here with me." Kian nced at his watch and whispered, "Mr. Simpson wille out soon."
Camille didn''t understand Kian''s meaning, as her mind was filled with thoughts of what Ayan was
doing. She didn''t dwell on Kian''s words.
However, Kian suggested parking the cars to the side and listening from there, to avoid drawing
attention.
Camille cooperated and got out of the car, letting Kian drive. Her emotions were still very low, and she
didn''t feel like driving or doing anything at the moment.
Kian parked both cars under arge tree. The tree provided cover, and being a roadside parking spot, it
concealed the two cars well.
Camille sat in the car, her gaze fixed ahead. Kian, perhaps concerned that shecked patience,
whispered, "Mrs. Simpson, please rest assured. Mr. Simpson will be fine."
Camille''s face remained calm as she said indifferently, "I''m not worried about him. I''m just wondering,
how many things have you all kept from me?"
Camille looked at Kian, her eyes filled with a faint hint of probing.
Ufortable under her gaze, Kian instinctively looked away and didn''t dare to speak. Camille didn''t
press him further.
The atmosphere between the two fell quiet, as a police car arrived at the entrance of the vi.
Camille was shocked, her face disying surprise. Naturally, she looked towards Kian and asked,
"What''s going on?"
"Mrs. Simpson, don''t worry, Mr. Simpson is fine." Kian replied confidently.
Camille wasn''t worried or anxious, just surprised. Why would the policee at this time?
Ayan?
Or Eileen?