Chapter 1276: Escaping


    Chapter 1276: Escaping


    Camille fell into a brief contemtion and then looked up again at Yessica, saying, "Call Quintuster


    and give him this business card. Ask him to contact the person on the card."


    "Cami, are you trying to help Quintus? But back then..." Yessica hesitated.


    "I know, so I have my own n. Thispany can provide him with temporary work, and I hope he can


    give me the information I want in return," Camille replied.


    The business card Camille handed to Yessica belonged to Jenson. Since the museum project, Jenson


    had been in a state of frequent business trips, though he was actually in Hance City. As for why


    Preston didn''t know this, it was because he was not familiar with Jenson. Therefore, he was unaware


    of Jenson''s whereabouts.


    Arranging Quintus to go to Jenson''s side was a test for him. If Quintus was still loyal to Preston, he


    would definitely inform Preston about Jenson. If not, then Preston would remain ignorant of Jenson''s


    situation.


    So Camille was gambling once again.


    She instructed Yessica not to be too deliberate. If Quintus asked about Jenson, she should only


    mention their previous coboration on the museum project. After all, Camille had also been involved in


    the project, so it wouldn''t be surprising if she knew Jenson.


    With a slight pursing of her lips, Camille waited until Yessica left the office before she herself stood up


    from her desk. Holding her phone, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and hesitated for a while.


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    Then she dialed a series of numbers.


    The call was quickly answered, and a deep voice spoke from the other end, "It''s me."


    Camille spoke calmly, "How should I give you what you want? By email or courier?"


    "Is it convenient for us to meet?" he asked.


    Camille''s face turned cold, a hint of indifference in her eyes and tone as she replied, "No, let''s not. It


    seems that we don''t have a reason to meet, and besides, I don''t want anyone to know about this."


    "Cami, you just don''t want to see me, right? These are all just excuses," he chuckled lightly, his tone


    filled with certainty. He then added, "Alright, if you don''t want to meet, then so be it. But I believe we will


    meet again sooner orter."


    He seemed confident and certain, as if he believed Camille would eventuallyply with his wishes.


    However, while he spoke, Camille neither exposed nor denied anything. She simply said calmly, "So,


    how do you want me to give you what you want?"


    He remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "Send it to me!"


    "Alright, send me an address!" Camille''s tone remained cold. After saying that, she wanted to end the


    call directly. However, the man''s voice came up again, saying, "Cami, since you agreed to cooperate


    with me, then take it seriously. Don''t try to do anything against my interests in order to protect Ayan. I


    wouldn''t be happy about that. You should know, deep down, who is more important to you, Ayan or


    Timmy."


    "I know, you don''t need to remind me," Camille said coldly and hung up the phone immediately.


    She tightly gripped her phone, took a silent breath, and her expression became even colder. She held


    her breath and remained silent for a long time before turning back and returning to her desk.


    She opened Ayan''s scheduled itinerary, which contained both truth and falsehood. Only in this way


    could she make Preston believe.


    Preston asked her who was more important, Timmy or Ayan?


    In her heart, both of them were important. It''s just that the extent of their importance was different. Ayan


    was her lifelong partner, and they would apany each other until old age. Timmy was the child she


    had given everything for, the child of her and Ayan. Regardless of when and where, she and Ayan


    would protect Timmy at all costs.


    So both of them were equally important to Camille, just with different degrees of importance.


    However, Preston believed that Camille chose Timmy because, after all, one was her child, while the


    other was a man she loved. Children are unique, but there can be other men.


    Perhaps only someone like Preston would think that it''s impossible to have it both ways, but Camille


    would never hurt one person for the sake of another.


    Camille pursed her lips as she sent Ayan''s itinerary, as requested by Preston, to the address he


    provided via a local courier service.


    The address Preston gave was a supermarket, crowded with numerous people and chaotic. But of


    course, Camille wouldn''t miss such an opportunity. She directly called Ayan''s assistant and asked the


    assistant to arrange for two people to go to that address and see if they recognized any familiar faces.


    If they did, they were to notify her immediately.


    However, Camille knew that it was probably a futile effort. After all, someone as cautious and distrustful


    as Preston wouldn''t give her a genuinely useful address. She simply didn''t want to miss any chance of


    obtaining information about Preston.


    Afterpleting this series of tasks, about an hour had passed.


    Because the courier service was for door-to-door pickup, Sienna also saw it.


    After Camille sent the package, Sienna casually asked, "What did you send?"


    Camille didn''t speak, just pursed her lips, seeming hesitant.


    Sienna understood her well. Seeing her like this, she knew something was up and stared at her,


    asking, "What are you up to? Why aren''t you saying anything?"


    Camille looked solemn. She was conflicted. Should she tell Sienna or not?


    Because Ayan hadn''t mentioned this matter either. He had been busytely, so she was worried that


    telling him would affect his own affairs.


    After Sienna finished speaking, she didn''t feel like working anymore. She grabbed Camille and headed


    straight to her office.


    The office door closed behind them, and Sienna confronted Camille directly. To prevent Camille from


    evading, Sienna gripped her arm tightly with one hand and stared at her with both eyes. She asked,


    "Speak up and exin clearly to me. I''m asking you very kindly now. If I get angry, even I''m scared of


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    Camille raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips, and smiled faintly. She said, "Actually, it''s nothing."


    "Don''t try to evade with that kind of response. Spit it out."


    Sienna insisted on getting to the bottom of it.


    Only then did Camille speak softly, "Can we sit down and talk?"


    Sienna didn''t move, clearly showing her concern that Camille wouldn''t open up. However, she carefully


    observed Camille for a moment before nodding, indicating her agreement.