My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1180: Taking The Blame

Chapter 1180: Taking the Blame

Camille instinctively furrowed her brows. Of course, she knew about it. Ayan had already told her, explaining that there would be no benefits for Preston in collaborating with Horace. Not only would he gain nothing, but he would also face neglect from Armstrong Corp as a result.

However, Camille believed that this matter had nothing to do with her or the discussions she had with Preston. It was Preston's personal affair, so why would it concern her?

Camille lightly pursed her lips and responded indifferently, “I'm not aware. It's a Simpson Group matter, and you should know about it. I never interfere or inquire."

Indeed, she hadn't interfered or asked about it. Ayan had informed her voluntarily.

Based on Camille's response, Preston seemed somewhat displeased. His voice carried a tone of disbelief and probing, "Cami, you don't know about this? Ayan didn't mention it to you?"

"Did you specifically call to ask me about this? It's a Simpson Group matter, and I don't think I need to care or be aware of it. Besides, it's just a collaborative project, which is normal, right?"

"This isn't normal, Cami. Do you know that Ayan is going against me with this? He knows very well that Horace and I are competitors, so why would he collaborate with Horace? His actions put me in a difficult position at Armstrong Corp. I'm almost at my wit's end now, especially after this incident. You know what kind of people the Armstrong family is, don't you? So, Cami, tell Ayan not to collaborate with Horace, okay?" Preston's emotions were highly agitated, causing his words to be a bit incoherent. It seemed that he was truly in a terrible situation at Armstrong Corp, or else he wouldn't be this nervous and anxious.

But what did it have to do with Camille?

Camille's expression and emotions were extremely indifferent. She silently took a deep breath, her eyes devoid of any feelings or warmth. Her tone was also very indifferent, "Are you mistaken about something? They have already signed the contract. If I were to tell Ayan to cancel the collaboration at this point, do you know what kind of consequences we would face? Are you sure you're not setting a trap for me to drag Ayan and Simpson Group down? Furthermore, I don't have the authority to make decisions on this matter. It's a collaboration of Simpson Group. If it truly affects you, you can ask Horace to cancel the collaboration, right? But why do you want me to be the bad guy? What do I gain from it? Just a thank you from you, is that it? Preston, can you stop being so naive?"

Camille sneered. She really didn't know where Preston found the courage. She also didn't understand how Preston could come up with the idea of approaching her.

Was it because she seemed more easily influenced?

Camille pressed her lips together, her facial expression unusually cold. Without waiting for Preston to respond, she spoke again, "What about you? Have you fulfilled what you promised me?"

Camille knew very well that Preston might not have done anything, or perhaps he did, but she was fully aware that it was Preston's doing. She just wanted to see how Preston would try to justify himself. Preston was briefly taken aback by Camille's question, probably not expecting this topic or maybe he had simply forgotten about it.

He fell silent for a moment, and Camille didn't urge him, but patiently waited. When he regained his senses and thought about how to respond, he spoke up, "Cami, I've been delayed by this matter for the past few days, so..."

"Alright, I understand. Actually, I didn't really want to make you do anything. I just wanted you to investigate this matter and clear your name as you promised. Since you haven't started the investigation yet, and you have too many personal matters to attend to, let's just forget about it and move on," Camille interrupted Preston's words directly. She was actually feeling tired and didn't want to continue cooperating with him.

Camille's words left Preston stunned. He furrowed his brows lightly, his expression stiff. He asked abruptly, "Cami, what do you mean?"

"No need to investigate further. Aren't you busy with your own matters lately? So, I think there's no need to continue the investigation. After all, it's not something important, right? Besides, I don't want to force you into a difficult situation,” Camille explained. She genuinely felt this way and didn't have any ulterior motives. She also believed it was unnecessary, and it would save her from Preston repeatedly using this as an excuse to contact her. Now that Ayan had collaborated with Horace, it had definitively put Preston on the opposing side, so there was even less reason to maintain contact.

She was also concerned that Preston might manipulate her into saying something that could cause trouble for Ayan and Horace, which wouldn't be good.

Having these thoughts in her mind, Camille became even more determined to distance herself from Preston.

Camille's intention was too obvious, to the point where Preston clearly noticed her alienation and coldness. He asked, "Cami, I don't feel like you're forcing me into a difficult situation. Is it because you don't want to help me persuade Ayan that you don't want me to continue investigating this matter?"

Camille's face creased into a frown. She was somewhat surprised by his words. Did she ever promise him anything?

Camille was completely stunned and didn't know what to say. She tightly furrowed her brows, and her voice became hoarse as she said, "Are you misunderstanding something? I've already told you, this matter cannot be resolved with just my words. It's such an important issue, and I can't change it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: if you truly want to stop it, go directly to Horace or the Armstrong family." Camille spoke faintly, and it seemed like all her patience had run out. But Preston couldn't grasp the meaning of her words. Instead, he thought that Camille was unwilling to help him, rather than being unable to.

Preston kept repeating the same few sentences, which left Camille feeling extremely helpless. In the end, she decided it was better not to say anything at all.

Preston made an effort for a while, but Camille didn't respond much. Eventually, he realized he didn't know what else to say, so he had to end the call with Camille.

However, this matter was far from over for him. It had only just begun. He told himself that as long as he tried hard enough, he could definitely stop their collaboration. He just needed to figure out how to intervene. Camille stood on the balcony for a while, contemplating whether or not to tell Ayan about her conversation with Preston. After a brief silence, she waited for Ayan to finish his tasks and return to the bedroom before proactively saying, "Remind Horace to be a bit cautious, alright?"

Ayan naturally understood her meaning. He asked, "Worried that Preston might resort to tactics?"

"Yes, I have that concern. He called me just now, wanting me to dissuade you from continuing to collaborate with Armstrong Corp."

"No need to pay attention to him."

"Yes, I know." She felt somewhat guilty and lightly pursed her lips as she continued, "Ayan, a few days ago, I contacted Preston because of that incident online. I believed what you said and knew that he was capable of doing such things. So, I wanted to tell him not to engage in such senseless actions anymore. But he denied it and said he wanted to prove his innocence. I wanted to see who he would involve this time or who he would try to pin the blame on."

"Now, it seems like I made a mistake. I shouldn't have contacted him, let alone given him the opportunity to fabricate things and shoot himself in the foot."

Camille took a deep breath, and her expression became even colder and more solemn. Her self-reflection seemed quite serious, as if a child who had done something wrong was introspecting in front of their parent.

Observing her every word and action, Ayan couldn't help but smile. He asked, "Are you now reflecting on your actions with me?"

“Yes, I am reflecting, so I hope you can forgive me this once."

“Then tell me, where do you think you went wrong?"

Ayan gazed at her, and the smile on his face faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness. It was difficult to discern the true meaning behind his question.