Although actions were taken immediately regarding the online incident, some things can't be confirmed with absolute certainty.

However, Ayan had no intention of calling Camille. He could easily discern whether Camille knew about it. If he called her now, it might arouse her suspicion.

So, he didn't make the call. Instead, he instructed Kian, "This matter won't end so easily. Arrange for someone to monitor all major platforms and media 24/7. Intercept any related news immediately."

Kian nodded in agreement.

As for this matter, since it happened at this time but didn't yield any obvious results, how could the person behind it let it go so easily?

Ayan squinted his eyes slightly, the coldness in them was evident. His voice was even more indifferent as he said, "You may leave now."

He had no extra energy to deal with work matters at the moment because this incident had put him in a very bad mood.

He sat alone in his office, his expression extremely gloomy and cold. He went over several possibilities in his mind.

In the end, two names surfaced in his mind.

Preston and Daisy.

These two people were directly related to this matter because Daisy was the female lead who appeared in the photos with him. And the person close to Daisy was Preston, who had always been at odds with him. Besides these two, he couldn't think of a third person.

This incident made Ayan very upset and frustrated.

All morning, the atmosphere on the floor of the Simpson Group's president's office was inexplicably tense. Some employees had seen the related content online but didn't dare discuss it in the group chat. However, that didn't stop them from discussing it in smaller private groups.

So, quite a few people knew about it, but there were very few screenshots or recordings. Even if there were, they could only be viewed face-to-face. If posted online, they would be quickly taken down.

Such overwhelming power made it obvious who was behind it, leading people to speculate whether it was true.

This led to some trending topics online.

"Is that big shot's matter true? Can someone who knows the inside story tell me?"

"Isn't it true that so-and-so is with so-and-so? There's photographic evidence, how can it be fake?"

"Could the photos be doctored?"

"If they're doctored, why can't we find any related information now?"

"I have a friend who wants to see them. Does anyone have them? You can send them to me, I'll delete them after my friend sees them."

There were many similar topics. Since no names were mentioned explicitly, they couldn't be flagged as sensitive words.

Some netizens who didn't know the truth would curiously ask below: "What are you guys talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"

"What gossip are you hiding from me? I'm starving for some news, can you tell me?"

"Aren't we all friends? Why keep secrets?"

The internet was buzzing all morning.

But Ayan was unaware of these things. He wouldn't actively check such trivial matters. He had many things to deal with, and even though this incident had put him in a bad mood, he could only take a short break before getting back to work.

Ayan temporarily put aside everything else to focus on work. Some senior executives in the company knew about the intimate photos of Ayan and Daisy but didn't dare discuss them openly. However, they would stare at Ayan without blinking when reporting to him.

Such stares did not go unnoticed by Ayan. After one executive looked at him several times, Ayan raised his eyes and met their gaze directly, asking coldly, "Do you want me to sit next to you so you can get a better look?"

His tone wasn't loud but carried enough coldness to make the air feel chilly.

The executive quickly shook their head and said no.

The atmosphere remained tense until after a meeting ended and Ayan returned to his office. At that moment, Talia called.

Talia rarely called him, she usually contacted Camille directly if something came up. So, they seldom spoke on the phone.

Seeing Talia's call, Ayan instinctively thought of today's incident. Talia probably knew about it too.

He squinted his eyes slightly and answered the call with a deep voice: "Hello?"

Talia's voice followed: "Where are you?"

She implied whether it was convenient to talk.

Ayan understood and replied softly, then asked, "What's up?"

Talia got straight to the point: "What's going on online? Many people have been asking me about you and Daisy from Tillery's Corporation."

Talia knew nothing about it but was bombarded with questions from concerned people. From their inquiries, she sensed something was off because it involved a man and a woman. Only certain types of relationships would spark such curiosity and repeated questioning.

If it were a simple relationship, why would others be so curious?

That's why Talia made this call. If it were something else, she wouldn't have intervened. But this matter wasn't just about Ayan, it also concerned Camille. She couldn't just do nothing.

With Camille having no family to rely on now, Talia felt responsible for her.

As a woman herself, Talia couldn't just side with her own son blindly.

Facing Talia's questioning, Ayan felt a bit helpless. He raised his hand to pinch his brow lightly and said with some frustration: "What do you think it is?"

"Be serious! I'm not joking with you. Tell me honestly, what is your relationship with Daisy? Is there something between you two?"

Talia's words were very agitated and direct, filled with accusation. But Ayan wasn't afraid at all, instead, he asked calmly: "If there really is something, would you disown me?"

"I'm telling you, men of the Simpson family don't commit such rebellious acts. If you've crossed any moral lines, honestly, don't ever say you're from the Simpson family again. Your dad is with your grandpa in the hospital and knows nothing yet. But if there's really something going on, I will tell them myself. Don't expect me to cover up your nonsense. Also, from now on, don't think about entering the Simpson family home again, you're not welcome."

"Am I really part of the Simpson family?" Ayan asked with a hint of amusement.