My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 1507

Chapter 1507 Blacklist

Camille saw the message and was naturally stunned, but then she immediately added the number to her blacklist.

This kind of message, she had received it before and knew exactly who it was from.

Besides Preston, she couldn't think of anyone else.

She didn't know what Preston's motive was for these little actions.

In truth, Camille felt very angry because Preston always twisted the truth and it really disgusted her.

She tightly held her phone, not wanting to look at it anymore. Her mood became very gloomy, so she didn't even look at the message from Ayan. In the end, Ayan had to call her directly.

When she saw Ayan's incoming call, she quickly responded, "Hello, have you arrived? I'll come down now, just wait for me!"

She quickly got up and went outside, with Ayan's voice in her ear saying, "No rush, take your time, I'll wait for you."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Grace came out of the office with her secretary, Horace, accompanying her. This was to prevent them from encountering other people on the way.

Camille didn't want to communicate with anyone from Armstrong Corp, so she could only ask for Horace's secretary's help.

At the entrance of Armstrong Corp, Ayan was already waiting in the parking lot. His gaze was fixed on the entrance, watching Camille come out. Only then did he open the car door and get out.

He opened the car door for Camille and then got in himself.

Ayan took out a bouquet of flowers from the back seat and handed it to Camille, saying, "Not a reward? Find it yourself!"

In this car.

Camille understood the meaning behind these words subconsciously.

But she didn't move, because she was still thinking about the message she had just received. Even though she had deleted it, its content still lingered in her mind.

Camille's slow reaction made Ayan see through her and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Camille quickly replied, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

She was referring to matters related to Armstrong Corp and didn't offer further explanation. Ayan, however, was full of curiosity, as if trying to read her mind.

Camille collected her thoughts and looked at the roses in her arms, with a smile appearing unconsciously on her lips. "They're beautiful, I really like them."

"So, the reward? Not going to find it?"

"I'll find it."

She placed the flowers in the back seat and then began searching for the reward.

Ayan had already started the car, and Camille looked around as they drove. Finally, she found the reward he had given her in the center console.

It was a bracelet from a high-end luxury brand.

This particular design was a limited edition not available to the public.

Camille looked at the bracelet repeatedly and then asked in a soft voice, "Why did you choose to give me this?"

In just a few hours, he had put in a lot of effort. Although it wouldn't be surprising for someone of his status to have access to it, it would still require some connections.

Ayan didn't answer, only asking, "Do you like it?"

Back when they were at the Simpson's mansion, they had often played chess with the old Simpson. Both Ayan and his grandfather made sure Camille felt involved and never felt bored.

While Ayan was playing chess with the old Simpson, Camille's phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw a message from an unfamiliar number: "Camille, I hope you leave Ayan. I know you saw the message. If you don't listen to me, you will regret it."

As she read the message, Camille's face instantly became serious and somber.

But Ayan was concentrating on the chess game, so he didn't notice her change in expression. Camille tightly held her phone and said, "I need to use the bathroom."

She gently got up from her chair and walked out of the living room. She went into the bathroom and turned on the tap, then dialed the number of the unfamiliar sender directly.

She didn't know why she did it, perhaps she just felt better doing it. For her, not reacting at all to the provocations would be a defeat for the other person.

Camille thought like this, and her face became particularly cold. But the call went through.

There was no answer, which was not normal.

Was the person afraid?

Afraid that she would recognize their voice?

In Camille's mind, she was a hundred percent sure it was Preston, because he had said similar things before. Who else could it be besides him? Other people weren't as boring as him.

Camille felt angrier the more she thought about it, especially when she thought about how he repeatedly spoke to her with a godlike attitude. It made Camille very angry.

The call was automatically hung up, and Camille went back to the message page. She texted the sender, "Why are you afraid to answer the phone? You don't even dare let me hear your voice, so what right do you have to order me around? You're just a coward hiding in the shadows. If you only dare to hide behind others, you'll be hiding forever."

Camille sent the message and didn't wait for a reply before blacklisting the number once again.

This was the second number to be blacklisted in the past few days. She wondered how many more numbers she would have to blacklist.