My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 752: The Wager

In a luxurious private room in the casino, two men sat across from eachother at a table. One was dressed in expensive designer clothes andhad an air of arrogance about him, while the other wore simple clothingand had a calm demeanor.

“I propose a wager," said the arrogant man. “I bet that I can win tenmillion dollars in one night of gambling.”

The other man raised an eyebrow. "And what do you propose as thestakes?"

“If I win, you must give me your entire fortune,” replied the arrogantman.

The calm man chuckled. "And if I win?"

“You can have whatever you want," said the arrogant man confidently.The calm man thought for a moment before agreeing to the wager. Heknew he was an expert gambler and felt confident that he could beathis opponent.

As they began to play, it quickly became clear that the calm man wasindeed skilled at gambling. He won hand after hand, steadily increasinghis winnings throughout the night.

Meanwhile, the arrogant man grew increasingly frustrated as he lostmore and more money with each passing hour.

Finally, as dawn approached and their game came to an end, it wasclear who had won: The calm man had amassed over ten milliondollars in winnings while his opponent had lost everything he owned.With a smug smile on his face, the calm man collected his winningsand left without another word.

"What are my plans? I don't have any plans. If he had evidence, wouldhe still be trying to test you? He would have just come to me with theevidence and demanded Sean." Ayan was calm and collected as hespoke to Camille.

“Don't worry about him. If he comes looking for you again, just tell himto come replace me," Ayan continued.

Camille nodded in agreement, her expression becoming more serious."A living person can't just disappear without a trace. What if Prestonreally does replace evidence?" she asked.

"We'll deal with it when it happens,” Ayan replied confidently. Whetheror not Preston found anything didn't matter much in the grand schemeof things.

If Preston did replace something, it would only make things easier for themall. But Ayan knew that Preston wouldn't act until he was sure thatSean was in his hands.

Despite knowing everything that was going on, Ayan refused to revealanything unless provoked by Preston himself. He wanted to see whocould hold out longer - him or Preston.

After dinner at a restaurant, Camille and Ayan left together in his car.They knew they were being followed but didn't let it bother them toomuch.

A few days had passed since they last saw Timmy at Simpson'smansion due to recent events but now they planned on visiting himtonight after work hours ended for both of them

As soon as they arrived back at Simpson Group headquarters, Ayangot back into work mode and attended several meetings throughout theafternoon before returning back home where Kian updated him ontomorrow's schedule before asking about Sean's situation.

"Don't worry, everything is fine. The people watching him have nevershown their faces around us, so it won't raise any suspicion orattention," Kian reassured.

"We can't let our guard down. We need to change personnel morefrequently,” Ayan replied.

"Okay, I understand," Kian nodded in agreement.

Ayan didn't say anything else. He didn't want to waste too much efforton someone like Sean.

Preston had a busy afternoon. He tried his best to replace out about Ayan'sproperties but couldn't replace anything useful after visiting every singleone of them. He believed that Ayan must have kept Sean in one of hisproperties under his name, but Ayan had already thought of this andtook Sean directly to a villa under the name of the old Simpson familyas soon as he captured him.

This villa was located in Hance City's famous wealthy area and was notjust for show since there were actual people living around it. Who wouldthink that someone could hide a person inside such a luxurious villa?Preston couldn't replace Sean anywhere and became increasinglyfrustrated with each passing moment. Just then, Molly called him again:"Preston, I'm flying back to Flento City tomorrow morning. Can you giveme a ride?"

“I'l arrange for a driver to take you," Preston replied bluntly since hewasn't the driver himself.

Molly hesitated for a moment but didn't feel like there was anythingwrong with what Preston said since she only wanted to see himanyway: "Can I come see you instead?"

"Molly, I have many things on my plate right now; can you please stopbeing childish?" Preston snapped impatiently at her before realizingthat he sounded too harsh and added softly: "Be good and go backhome first; handle the Walker family's affairs properly.”

Now that Sean went missing, he needed to replace him as soon aspossible.

Molly didn't say anything else except nodding obediently beforehanging up the phone.

However, she wasn't ready yet to give up on seeing Preston just yet soshe took a taxi alone all the way down from her hotel room straighttowards where Preston lived hoping maybe she could catch sight ofhim doing something important or urgent.

She waited for what felt like an eternity until it got dark outside at 7 pmwhen finally saw Preston's car pull into his garage downstairs fromwhere she stood hiding behind safety doors leading into anotherhallway nearby his apartment door without being seen by anyone elsewho might be walking by at this time of night.

Soon, she saw Preston walking out of the elevator holding hands with awoman. The woman's voice was gentle and she laughed, and the twoof them had an intimate relationship as they walked into the house.She also came out of the safety passage door, still smelling thefragrance left by the woman and Preston in the air. It was a familiarscent that made her face stiffen with pain and sadness. She didn't staylong, turned around and walked into the elevator to leave.

Molly also had some unprecedented thoughts in her mind. Originally,she always thought that if Preston didn't love Camille he could love herinstead. But now everything that appeared before her clearly told herthat it wasn't like this at all - he could not love Camille but he could lovesomeone else; just not her.

She really wanted to ask Preston if he really couldn't spare even a littlebit of his love for her?

Hance City at night is colorful; city lights are lively words.

The Simpson's mansion is located on a mountainous position in HanceCity overlooking downtown Hance City from above; surrounded bysilence without being disturbed by any city smoke.

Tonight because Camille came back with Ayan, The Simpson'smansion was also very lively.

The old Simpson and Timmy were very happy; Timmy can walk now sohe runs everywhere. When he saw Camille, he stuck to her like glue.The old Simpson saw that Camille's relationship with Ayan was gettingcloser every day which made him genuinely happy inside.

After dinner everyone sat in the living room chatting about variousthings but no one mentioned what happened two days ago since Theold Simpson didn't know about it either.

The old Simpson looked at Camille holding Timmy and couldn't helpteasing: "Look at this little guy! He usually has such a good relationshipwith me but after seeing his mom again, she's still his favorite."

Camille smiled as she looked down at Timmy who was snuggled upagainst her chest - as a mother naturally would be happy after carryinghim for ten months without any trouble or hardship!

But The old Simpson treated Timmy just as well too - gently pinchinghis chubby cheeks while saying: "Timmy loves everyone too right?"Timmy seemed to understand nodding his head while clapping hishands which caused everyone in room to laugh happily togetherafterwards.

Later on, Camile gave Timy bath before handing him over to Auntie forbed time .

It wasn't too late yet, so she chatted with the old Simpson, Fletcher,and Talia while Ayan played chess with the old Simpson. "Let's make abet!" said the old Simpson.

Ayan couldn't help but laugh. "What do you want to bet on?"

The old Simpson thought for a moment and then said seriously, "If Iwin, you have to do something for me."

"And if I win?"

"Then you can say whatever you want."

The old Simpson was not afraid at all and didn't seem to think he wouldlose. After all, he had taught Ayan how to play chess. Although theywere evenly matched most of the time when they played together asgrandfather and grandson, he had eaten more salt than Ayan hadeaten rice. How could he not win once?

At this moment, Fletcher cleared his throat as if hinting at something.But before Ayan could react, the old Simpson spoke up again. "Don't letme win just because I'm older than you or because your father taughtyou how to play chess. I'm not so senile that I need someone to goeasy on me when we play chess."

Ayan glanced at Fletcher who shook his head helplessly before walkingover to sit down with a cup of tea.

"Okay," said Ayan with a smile. "Whatever you say goes. But what arewe betting on?"