My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 228

Camille frowned. It was the first time that she had received such an anonymous call. She didn’t have much reaction, because she didn’t want others to hear it, which would make them nervous. She said indifferently, “You even dare to let me hear your real voice. What qualifications do you have to ask me to withdraw the competition?”

"I’m just giving you my advice kindly. I can't help if you don't listen to me. I can tell you truthfully that you won’t be selected for today’s competition. If you don’t trust me, we’ll see.”

That done, the one on the other side of the phone hang up directly. the arrogance and confidence between the words made Camille's eyebrows twist more tightly, who was it?

Camille clutched her mobile phone, looking cold and gloomy.

She compressed her lips slightly, reminding herself that she must be cautious. But she didn’t rule out that the call was just a hoax only to confuse her.

Either way, she wouldn't be afraid.

Camille indicated no signs of being out of place, and continued to participate in the artwork inspection until it was time to pack up and set off.

Before leaving, they were cheered by the colleagues at the company. And Preston escorted them to the elevator personally. He said in an encouraging tone, “Relax. No matter what the result is, don't push pressure on yourself. Cami, it is just a competition, not a test of your ability.”

"Alright. I get it.”

Camille nodded.

"You guys need to cooperate with Miss. Armstrong. I’ve booked a restaurant. Let’s get together tonight.”

"Don't worry. Mr. Simpson.”

The three of them chorused.

Preston looked at Sienna who was standing next to Camille finally and said in a soft voice, “Sienna, would you please come with Cami to the game?”

"Camille is my best friend,"Sienna said, "I’m not doing it for anyone else, just for her. Therefore, I’m quite willing.”

Preston smiled stiffly, with an awkward look on his face.

Thankfully, the elevator opened at the moment. Camille waved and led the four people into the elevator.

Preston stood outside waving goodbye to them and gazed after as the elevator closed before turning around and walking into the office.

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the scene.

They were led by the staff to the designated lounge, where the designers could make the final preparations.

When they arrived at the longue backstage, the staff opened the door and said, “Miss. Camille, you could make preparations here before going on stage. We’ll bring fruit and coffee later. I won’t bother you.”

“Thanks for you trouble.”

“My pleasure.”

After the stuff left, Camille thought of something suddenly and asked Yessica to close the door. She said, “We need to check if the room is safe.”

Yessica understood immediately. She turned off all the lights and inspected the room with the camera function, eventually reassured by determining that there was only the monitor coming with each longue.

Seeing this, Sienna asked, “Camille, why are you so cautious?"

"It’s always better to be careful.” Camille replied lightly. Especially the phone call last night made her have to be wary.

Sienna didn’t think twice about it, assuming that she took the contest seriously.

With more than one hour before the game started formally, Camille asked Yessica to turn on her computer and they went over the drawings again. After making sure that everything was in order, Camille went to the bathroom with Sienna.

Sienna knew that Camille hadn’t competed such a big competition for a long time. She comforted her, “Honey, are you nervous? In fact, there is no need for you to be nervous. I know what you’re capable of. You’ll be fine.”

Camille didn’t need any pretense in front of Sienna. “Hope that everything goes well.” She said with a silent sigh.

As for her ability, she was confident certainly. She was not self-conceit but she was confident.