My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 58 - Hearing people's heart surging



Chapter 58 - Hearing people's heart surging

In the conference room.

Camille opened the computer and put the drawing on the big screen, then said to Mr. Moss, the head of

Simpson Group, "The whole drawing includes the exterior and interior and the green design, do you

see any changes?"

Camille's design is mature, not only new, but also contains a lot of classical style, but the two together

do not clash, but make the whole fuller and more harmonious. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Mr. Moss has been in this business for many years, and his eyes are poisonous, and he reads things

very carefully, but he couldn't really find anything wrong with this drawing that Camille sent.

Mr. Moss also pointed out a few questions, and Camille was able to answer them all, clearly having

done her homework.

Mr. Moss nodded his head and said: "Good, I am very satisfied, but still have to submit to the top to see

to give you a reply whether there is a problem? After all, this project has a lot of attention and is

considered the most anticipated building in Hance City this year, Ms. Armstrong will not think much of

it, right?"

"Of course not, it's all normal procedure."

Camille said lightly.

The person in charge of Fumiko Estate didn't say anything throughout the whole process, because the

exchange between the two was a professional conversation. Although the Fumiko Estate side is doing

design, many things are still not comprehensive enough.

After looking at the drawings, Camille made a few comments of her own, and we were talking when the

door to the conference room was pushed open.

Several people's eyes looked over at the same time.

The man at the head of the group has an upright figure, and that handsome face is deep and low.

Mr. Moss immediately got up: "Mr. Simpson, you're just in time, we're talking about the project's

drawings."

The head of Fumiko Estate hastened to introduce himself attentively, "Mr. Simpson, how do you do, I

am the representative of Fumiko Estate."

Ayan slightly raised his head as a greeting, and his eyes went to the woman sitting there without

speaking.

Mr. Moss hastened to make an introduction: "Mr. Simpson, this is architect Miss Armstrong."

"Hello Miss Armstrong."

Ayan's face is gentle and his voice is low.

Camille just got up, she looked at the meaningful look in the man's eyes and whispered, "Hello Mr.

Simpson!"

This was the first time the two met formally outside.

With the arrival of Ayan, the atmosphere was formal.

Mr. Moss asked Camille to reopen the drawing: "Mr. Simpson, would you like to see if there are any

changes?"

Camille did as she was told.

The eyes but stared at the man, see him slightly wrinkled eyebrows, the expression does not seem to

be very good, the eyes also overflowing with not very satisfied look, she was a little panicked.

The next second, he looked up at her and asked lightly, "Miss Armstrong what do you think of this

artwork?"

The mood of his tone is unclear, can not hear whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied?

Especially since his expression seems a bit serious, so it's hard not to think deeply.

Camille looked at him silently without flinching and said, "Mr. Simpson, I don't think there is any

problem with the overall outline of this drawing, if I had to find any flaws it would be some minor

architectural design and exterior design, other than that, I am personally satisfied."

She was direct and frank, without any euphemism.

But the person in charge of Fumiko Estate was anxious and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Simpson, Miss

Armstrong does not mean that, we can modify any request from your side according to your

requirements."

"Miss Armstrong, Mr. Simpson is our money man, his demands are our demands." The head of Fumiko

Estate whispered in Camille's ear, warning her in disguise not to refute any of Ayan's demands.

Camille frowned slightly and didn't say anything, but the words of the head of Fumiko Estate made her

feel uncomfortable.

The bottom line of one's professional ethics cannot be swayed by money.

Some things may lose their flavor once they are modified.

Ayan naturally also noticed the scene, he leaned back in his chair and looked faintly at Camille , his

eyes also glanced at the head of Fumiko Estate.

Then asked lightly, "Mr. Moss, do you think Miss Armstrong's words are right?"

Mr. Moss is a veteran of the Simpson Group and trusts that Ayan will not blindly use his money power

to change something that is right.

So he confessed, "I think Miss Armstrong is right."

The head of Fumiko Estate was slightly confused.

Ayan smiled lightly, "Well, that's good."

His words are very suggestive, it is not clear whether he is saying that the person is good or the

drawing is good?

But it was a very minor hiccup, and everything went smoothly after that.

The part about the revision of the drawing was also solved, and then it was time to chat about the meal.

Ayan looked at the time and Kian immediately understood.

"All of you have worked hard, Mr. Simpson host a piece of dinner, the restaurant has been booked, let's

leave now."

The Fumiko Estate was flattered and almost begged for it, and Camille certainly had no problem with it.

But Mr. Moss could sense that the meal was not about the Fumiko Estate, let alone the collaboration,

but probably about someone.

Anyway, it was a great honor to have dinner with Ayan, so we all packed up and took the elevator

downstairs right away.

The group stood at the Simpson Group building waiting for the driver to drive to the parking lot to pick

them up.

Ayan suddenly spoke up and said, "Miss Armstrong ride with me in a car, just some questions about

design convenience want to ask Miss Armstrong."

"Yes!" Camille smiled lightly and answered directly.

The crowd felt the meaningful air, after all, the magnetic field between men and women is the easiest to

misunderstand, but the two parties involved did not have any differences and reactions, so that people

want to look deeper into the mind of the melon is even heavier.

At that moment, Camille's cell phone text message sounded suddenly.

It was from Preston, who asked, "Are you done yet?"

"Well, I just finished, and now I'm having dinner with them, so I probably won't be back at the office until

later."

"Okay, you're busy, call me if you need anything."

"Hmm."

Camille finished answering the message and put away her phone.

She glanced at the man's gaze was not a moment to stare at her, expression warm and light to see

what emotions.

She also did not hide or avoid directly to the, four-eyed look, the two just look at each other.

It lasted a minute or two before the driver drove up in his car and the two men dropped their eyes.

The crowd waited for Ayan and Camille to get into the car first, but only when they took a step, they

heard a woman's voice slowly ringing.

"Ayan , are you off work?"

Eileen walked slowly, she wore a light green dress, her hair draped over her shoulders, and drew a

delicate makeup, her pretty face revealed a delicate smile, her voice was gentle as water, and her

address was so intimate, it was hard not to let people think deeply.

Ayan also raised his eyes to look over, his face without emotion and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I came specifically to meet you for dinner." She glanced at Camille , then swept aside to the others

and whispered, "Did you have plans?"

"Hmm." The man said faintly.

Eileen looked despondent: "Then I've come at a really bad time."

She took the initiative to greet the others again, with a sweet and gentle smile that was impossible to

resist.

Mr. Moss said, "This is EileenMiss Khan, right? It's a pleasure to meet Miss Khan."

"Yeah, Miss Khan is as beautiful as you see on TV."

People on the Fumiko Estate side followed suit.

Eileen responded one by one, very personable, although she does not look a first-class beauty, but can

not help but sound good, listen to the heart surging.

Someone asked, "Is Miss Khan here to see Mr. Simpson?"


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