My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 97 - The photo of the marriage certificate

"Mr. Simpson, this matter may not be very good to deal with, now has risen to not only Mr. Bell and

Mrs. scandal, someone released a statement that Mrs. at the same time dating multiple boyfriends play

with feelings, at the same time there are multiple people to report Mrs. cheating feelings ......"

Kian's words were loud and clear for Camille to hear.

Her eyes were lost in thought as she looked at Ayan, and both of them were silent without speaking.

In fact, Camille wanted to explain that she wasn't like that and that she hadn't done that, but the words

stopped coming out of her mouth.

After all, mistrust is not unprecedented between them, if he does not believe, what is the use of saying

more?

Camille's silence caused Ayan's brow to furrow slightly as he spoke warmly, "Don't you have anything

to say?"

She looked up at him, "Will you believe me when I say so?"

Four eyes look at each other, the eyes of the two are flooded with persistent stubbornness.

This matter is too sudden and the heat is rising too fast, obviously someone is behind the manipulation.

Ayan didn't stay in bed long, he got up, washed up and went to the study and never came out again.

Camille has been in the bedroom and is in no mood for anything.

The Simpson's manson also called, Camille and the old Simpson and Fletcher Talia sorry to explain,

they all believe her, but also reassured her: "Cami, we are your strong support, nothing will happen, we

all believe in your character and person We know you're not like that."

Camille was touched, but she couldn't feel happy.

Looking at the closed door across the bedroom, her mood was a little low.

For her own deep in the public opinion, in fact, she did not feel too much, because the clear, she did

not do things, no matter how others talk about rumors she does not matter.

Camille looked at the time before contacting Albert.

Because Albert has a habit of turning off his phone and sleeping, no one can contact him as long as he

is not up.

The phone call quickly through, Camille directly to the general story, and then said: "the hotel should

also be squatting downstairs a lot of reporters, you do not go out today. "

Albert had just woken up and was still a bit confused, but only after listening to Camille's statement did

he respond, "What do I need to do?"

"Don't have to do anything."

"Doing nothing?"

"Well, this matter is not over yet, even if you clarify it, it won't work, let's wait until all the fermentation is

over."

She'd like to see what's waiting for her back there.

After Camille said this, Albert didn't agree with her, but then he thought of Ayan and finally agreed.

Afterwards, Camille opened up Twitter and all the forums and all the comments were like a gale of

abuse, cursing her to leave Albert, and everyone was convinced that the rumors were true.

This is the violence of the Internet.

Camille took a deep breath, her emotions somewhat indescribable.

Camille washed up and went downstairs to have a breakfast, not much but better than nothing, and

then brought Ayan's breakfast upstairs.

She stood at the study door and hesitated for several seconds before raising her hand to place it on the

door handle.

Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, the man's voice rang out in a hidden voice:

"What does it matter to me what she feels? Do as I say and be prepared for everything to be made

public."

Ayan's words made Camille ponder.

What is he going to disclose?

Who is this "she"?

Is she?

Camille pursed her lips and finally lost the courage to push the door open.

She turned around and went downstairs, pretending as if nothing was going on and kept sitting in the

living room couch fuming.

During this process, Camille's cell phone kept getting calls, all from unfamiliar numbers, but she's

socially simple, so it only took a little thought to figure out what was going on, and she simply turned it

off.

For one morning, Camille and Ayan were upstairs and downstairs without any communication.

What Camille doesn't know at this moment is that an even more explosive news has been made public

on Twitter.

The Simpson Group's official blog has posted two items in a row, the first of which is already on top:

"Finally, we don't have to hide it, Mr. Simpson is spoiling his wife! Bless Mr. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson

together for life!

There is also a picture below of a marriage certificate photo.

The woman above is clean and beautiful, and the man is handsome and good-looking.

This news instantly hit the hot search completely overwhelming the public opinion.

The second entry reads, "In light of the rumors on the internet Simpson Group will be investigating the

accounts that spread the rumors one by one to hold them accountable, our legal team at Simpson

Group is already underway and we hope everyone stops the rumors! Also, congratulations to Mr.

Simpson for finally getting his name out there."

"Keyboard warriors all take a good look!"

"Congratulating Mr. Simpson on being famous feels a little funny, is Mr. Simpson a strict wife at home?"

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't that the Sea Maid? How did it become Mrs. Simpson Group?"

"Don't you get it up there? Hubby is Mr. Simpson, why do you want to be a sea maid? But I'm still more

curious what's the situation with Mrs. Simpson and Master Albert again?"

"Mr. Simpson is so handsome, isn't he?"

"Am I the only one who is curious, Mr. Simpson's wife is Camille, so what is Eileen? So many hints

before is not to hit the face?"

"I am also curious, Eileen's unverified account implies that she and Mr. Simpson are boyfriend and

girlfriend, so isn't she Camille in the small essay? But Camille and Mr. Simpson are a couple, so Miss

Khan won't explain?"

"Add 1."

"........"

With the news sent by the official blog of Simpson Group, those netizens who want to find loopholes do

not have any chance, since it is sent by the official blog that proves the authenticity of the matter.

Five minutes before the Simpson Group sent out the tweet, Albert, who was in the hotel, also received

a phone call.

It was Kian who called.

Kian asked politely, "Mr. Bell, in view of the rumors on the Internet, Mr. Simpson would like to ask you a

favor, I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

"What kind of favor, you say."

Albert had just finished contacting Camille, so his phone was still on, but most of the news about him

was false, and no one would bother him, just as a flash of rumors.

Kian relayed Ayan's message truthfully: "Mr. Simpson wants to disclose his married status with his wife

and hopes that Mr. Bell can help clarify the relationship between his wife and you."

Albert narrowed his eyes slightly and a smile spread across the corners of his mouth, "Your Mr.

Simpson is going public with his marriage to Cami?"

"Yes."

"Good, since it's for Cami, then naturally I'm willing to cooperate."

So within ten minutes of the Simpson Group's message, Albert's long-dormant Twitter feed posted a

message.

"Cami and I met during her high school days, my father was her teacher, she spent her three years of

high school at my house, we have kept in touch over the years, she is like my family and exists in my

parents' hearts like my sister, I hope concerned fans will not be led astray by rumors, thank you!"

In one sentence, Albert's acquaintance with Camille and all the relationships are clearly shown.

Fans instantly fell over themselves to review the tweet and apologize to Camille.

As a result, the phrase "Apologize to Camille" has appeared on Weibo.

But someone said, "Am I the only one concerned about why Camille spent her high school years at

Master Albert's house? Wasn't it Miss Camille of the Armstrong family? Why didn't the Armstrong family

pay attention to this? What does the Armstrong family mean when something happens and they don't

come out to defend it?"

"I also expressed curiosity." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"........"

Although a number of people echoed the sentiment, it was quickly overshadowed by more apologies.

Many people also said that Camille is a winner in life, and Ayan is her husband and Albert is her

brother like a friend.

MU.

Camille's crisis is solved once and for all.

But she didn't know it herself until Ayan came downstairs and saw her sitting mute in the living room,

and he said, "What are you doing sitting here?"

Camille now reacted, and she said lightly, "Nothing."

Ayan frowned slightly, his handsome face was warm and light: "Have you read Twitter?"