My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 758 Confrontation

In the dimly lit room, two figures faced each other in silence. Thetension in the air was palpable as they stared at each other with cold,unyielding gazes.

On one side stood a tall and imposing man dressed in black. His sharpfeatures were accentuated by the flickering light of a lone candle on thetable beside him. He exuded an aura of danger and power that madeeven the bravest men tremble.

On the other side was a petite woman with delicate features and long,flowing hair. Despite her small stature, she emanated an air ofconfidence and determination that belied her appearance.

For several minutes, neither spoke nor moved. They simply stoodthere, sizing each other up like predators preparing to pounce on theirprey.

Finally, it was the man who broke the silence. "You know why I'm here,”he said in a low voice that carried an undercurrent of menace.

The woman nodded calmly but did not speak.

“You've been meddling where you shouldn't be," he continued. "Andnow you're going to pay for it."

The woman's expression remained unchanged as she replied evenly: “Ihave done nothing wrong."

"Wrong or not," he snarled, taking a step forward. "You will suffer foryour interference.”

At this point, both parties knew that words would no longer suffice. Itwas time for action - time to see who would emerge victorious from thisdeadly game of cat-and-mouse.

With lightning speed, they launched themselves at each other - fistsflying and weapons drawn - determined to emerge triumphant from thisepic battle of wills.

Camille narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her expressionremained indifferent, and her voice lacked any warmth as she said, "Ican't help you. I can't speak for you. If you really don't want to continuewith this project, then resign instead of coming to me. You should talk toyour company's leaders. I don't have that much power.”

Louise felt powerless and stared at Camille as she said, "Are you reallygoing to push me over the edge?"

“Louise, are you mistaken? It's not me pushing you over the edge; it'syour own problem that has nothing to do with me. I haven't doneanything to harm you; on the contrary, every time it was you who camelooking for trouble with me. So why should I speak up for you? Are youtrying to make things difficult for others?"

Camille felt speechless; she didn't want to waste any more time arguingwith Louise about this matter.

She walked around Louise and left the restroom quickly before headingback into the meeting room.

Their entire conversation was heard by a man in another restroom stall.After Camille left, a handsome man stepped out of his stall blockingLouise's view of him in front of her light source.

Louise turned around quickly and said,"Mr. Baxter!"

Preston ignored what Louise had just said but smiled slightly while hislips curled upwards revealing an increasingly deeper smile as heasked,"You want out of this project? Do You also want out from yourcompany completely?"

Louise looked at Preston blankly like she had found a life-saving strawnodding her head eagerly,"Mr. Baxter, Can You help Me? Can You giveMe one chance?"

Preston leaned closer towards Louise while speaking neither too lightlynor too heavily,"l have one way but it will be tough.”

“I'm not afraid! I'm willing!" replied Louise confidently.

"Good then." Preston calculated everything behind his eyes whichmade even Louise feel shiver involuntarily yet all she could think aboutnow was how soon would be able get away from these people so therewasn't much else on her mind right now.

With Preston's assurance, Louise became motivated again. She knewthat soon enough, she would be free from these people. However,could She really handle what Preston had planned next?

Everything might not be as simple as She thought...

Preston didn't stay long with Louise, nor did he tell her when he wouldstart helping her. He simply asked her to wait and then left.

Preston finished work early at the museum and had made plans tomeet a business partner of Norman Group's for dinner in Darkmoor.The partner was involved in foreign trade and had a new collaborationopportunity that Austin had introduced to Preston.

The purpose of their dinner was to discuss this opportunity, but itcouldn't be done openly as it involved some illegal activities. However,the profits were high while the risks and responsibilities were equallygreat.

They chatted happily throughout their meal in a private room beforefinalizing the deal. When they parted ways after dinner, Preston headedtowards his car only to bump into Ayan who had just finished his ownmeal nearby.

It had been a while since they met alone like this; their last encounterwas during the museum project's banquet two days ago where Ayanstole all the attention from Preston.

As they locked eyes with each other now, both could feel an array ofemotions stirring within them. They weren't afraid of each other though;instead, they stared intently at one another without breaking eyecontact even for a moment.

Ayan broke the silence by asking casually: "Should I call you Mr. Baxteror Mr. Walker?"

Preston replied nonchalantly: "Whatever makes Mr. Simpson happy."Ayan chuckled softly before continuing: "But how can I do that? Afterall, Mr. Baxter is currently wearing a mask and pretending to besomeone else entirely! If I were to remove your hat right now, youwouldn't have any face left!"

Although Ayan spoke calmly without much emotion on his face or toneof voice, every word he said felt like an insult aimed directly atPreston's ego - implying that he was nothing more than an imposterwho couldn't show his true self in public.

Preston's face was cold and gloomy, filled with anger and displeasure.He stood there motionless, his eyes burning with crimson fury. With acold snort, he said, "What does it matter if it's true or not? Mr. Simpsonknows who I am. Whether or not I can hold my head up high in front ofpeople is not for Mr. Simpson to decide. But I hope that when thesecrets of the Simpson family are exposed, Mr. Simpson will still be asconfident as he is now. I want to see if Cami will still stand by your sidethen."

Preston brought up the topic of the Simpson family himself, which wassomething Ayan had yet to figure out because Preston had been silenton it for so long that investigating it was proving difficult.

Ayan couldn't replace anything about something that had no clues orpurpose.

Seeing Ayan's expression change involuntarily made Preston burst intoa smug smile and his gaze became provocative as he spoke slowly: "IfMr. Simpson doesn't believe us then let's wait and see who has the lastlaugh?"

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly while maintaining an indifferentexpression on his face; he would naturally not be provoked byPreston's taunts but there were ripples in his heart nonetheless . Helooked at Preston without any emotion on his face before retortingcoldly: "Since you have such great abilities why don't you show theminstead of hiding behind your words?"

"Don't worry Mr. Simpson everything happens for a reason; sooner orlater The Simpsons Family will pay for what they've done," repliedPreston calmly.

"Oh really?" Ayan sneered with an icy expression on his face beforecontinuing: "Do you have any evidence? Speaking recklessly comeswith consequences; haven't you learned how to speak properly yet? Oris it because nobody around you has set a good example for how tobehave like a decent human being?"

With a cold look in his eyes Ayan warned him through these words notto follow Sean's path lest they end up losing track of him altogether.Preston immediately got agitated too and questioned directly: "Sean isin your hands right? What's the point of hiding him like this? If you'rereally so powerful why don't we confront each other face-to-face?""When it comes to confrontation? You think anyone can confront meface-to-face?" Ayan sneered, his eyes filled with disdainful mockery. Hiswords were telling Preston that he was not worthy of confronting him.Ayan had never considered Preston as an equal. If it weren't for thefact that everything he did pointed towards the Simpson family, Ayanwouldn't have bothered with him at all. He just wanted to know whatgrudge or other issues he had with the Simpson family.

The two men stared at each other like this, and naturally, Preston wasstruck by Ayan's words straight into his heart. His voice became coldand harsh as he said, "Since Mr. Simpson is so confident, let's wait andsee!"

After speaking, Preston opened the car door and drove away.

Ayan stood still in place without moving. At this time Kian also walkedquickly over to him and saw that Ayan's face didn't look good. Hewhispered,"Mr. Simpson, what did Preston say?"

Ayan faintly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice," Take me back toThe Simpson Mansion.”