My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 794: Expertise

Chapter 794: Expertise

"Austin has arrived in Hance City. Maybe you can investigate him. If hesuspects me, he won't tell me or let me know about such a big matter,"Sean's reaction appeared sincere, as if he genuinely didn't knowanything.

But would Kian and Ayan believe him?

His response was practically non-existent.

Kian smiled faintly, his gaze seemingly saying to Sean, "Are you sure?"Sean avoided his gaze, looking straight ahead, and continued, "Kian,you can't force me to admit to something I didn't do, right? Even if I giveyou an answer, it won't be reliable, will it?"

Kian chuckled, "Besides you, who else is worth Preston's trust? I don'tneed you to admit what you've done. I just want one answer: is itrelated to him or not? Think about it before you give me an answer, orelse I can't deliver my job, and I can't make sure what Mr. Simpson willdo next!"

Kian finished speaking and didn't bother to continue.

He reminded Sean to get out of the car and then drove away in front ofSean's eyes.

Back at Simpson Group.

He informed Ayan of Sean's reaction and shared his thoughts, saying,"Mr. Simpson, I think Sean might be intentionally hiding something. Hedoesn't seem like he genuinely knows nothing. Perhaps he's hesitantabout betraying Preston?"

"He will come to you," Ayan's voice was warm.

Kian nodded, "Hmm, let's wait until he contacts me before making anyfurther moves.”

"Okay." Ayan's gaze turned slightly cold. Sitting in his office chair, hisexpression remained devoid of much emotion as he spoke in a calmvoice, "What's the situation online now?"

“It's divided. The media's release of the news last night has led manynetizens to speculate who the person related to Louise might be. Butthe negative impact from that video is still there."

“No rush, take it slow. Have they made any moves yet?"

"Not for now, everything seems normal, as if it's none of theirbusiness."

Ayan fell silent, his expression growing deeper, and his voice devoid ofwarmth, "If it really had nothing to do with them, this incident wouldn'thave happened.”

Kian nodded, agreeing with that assessment.

Ayan continued, "Keep a close eye on it, especially ensuring Amber'ssafety. Don't neglect anything. Also, when Amber was giving herstatement to the police, her reaction seemed a bit excessive, didn't it?""What do you mean...?" Kian looked up at Ayan, his voice low as heasked.

Ayan's lips curled into a cold smile, his expression already conveyinghis answer.

Kian immediately nodded and left the office.

Ayan's phone rang in the next second.

It was an unfamiliar number from Hance City.

He frowned instinctively, his eyes filled with indifference. He answeredthe call and put it on speaker.

A specially processed voice came through the line, "Mr. Simpson, itdoesn't feel good to be wronged, does it?"

Ayan didn't respond, only asking, "So what do you want?"

It was clear that the call came from the person causing him trouble.The person let out a disdainful laugh, showing no interest in Ayan'sinquiry, and simply said, "No need to rush, Mr. Simpson. The show hasjust begun. Aren't you an expert at playing games? Let's have a goodplay and see who will come out unscathed in the end.”

"If that's the case, isn't this phone call a bit unnecessary?" Ayan's tonewas provocative, which annoyed the other person, but he believed thatAyan was deliberately doing this. This incident must have caused Ayana lot of trouble, and he couldn't afford to make any moves right now. Sothe person thought that Ayan was feeling overwhelmed.

The other person sneered, "Don't get too arrogant. Although you mightbe able to cover this up with money, as long as I'm around, you won'tbe able to completely erase it. It's only fair and just that someone paysfor murder. I want to see what Mr. Simpson can do."

“Indeed, someone must pay for murder. It's only fair and just. But if youunderstand this principle, why do you have to resort to such actions?Are you planning to dig your own grave? If that's the case, why not justtell me directly? I have a hundred ways to offer you, so you don't haveto harm an innocent life like you're doing now. It's quite pathetic thatyou, who have done such things, don't even dare to show your trueface. Tsk! You still have some shame left."

Ayan's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth. Every word that cameout of his mouth lacked any trace of emotion. He was deliberately tryingto provoke the other person's emotions, but the other person seemedto have anticipated this.

So no matter what Ayan said or how he said it, even if the other personwas furious, he/she didn't truly explode.

The person simply told Ayan, "Well, let's see. I want to see what you'recapable of."

After speaking, the other person hung up first.

Ayan sat motionless in his chair, his expression extremely unpleasant.The person who called him was clearly provoking him, trying to angerhim in this way and make him act in ways that would be obvious andmisconstrued by the public.

But these little tricks meant nothing to him.

In the evening, Ayan finished work and returned to Maple LeavesMansion.

Camille had already prepared dinner.

She had been relatively free these past few days, as Yessica wastaking care of things at the company, so she stayed at home, watchingvideos and learning to cook.

She had originally planned to return to the Simpson's mansion duringthe day to accompany Timmy, but considering the current situation andall the things going on, it wouldn't be a good idea for her to go back andbe caught on camera. The Simpson family didn't want any morenegative attention, so she abandoned the idea of going back.

When Ayan came back, she was busy in the kitchen preparing adessert after dinner.

Ayan watched her busy in the kitchen, and all the annoyance from theday at the company disappeared. All that was left was a pleasant senseof contentment.

He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack before walking towardsthe kitchen.

He directly reached around Camille from behind and pulled her into hisembrace.

Camille didn't show any surprise, just a slight pause, then she glancedback at him and said, "Let's eat first!"

Ayan made a sound of agreement but made no move to let go.

He spoke softly, "What should I do?"

"Hmm?" Camille was puzzled.

He continued, "I've gotten used to coming home and seeing you. If I goback to work and I'm not used to it anymore, what should I do?""Figure it out yourself."

"You're so heartless."

"What else can I do? Should I quit my career and become a full-timehomemaker?"

"How could that be? How could I bear it?" He raised his hand andgently touched her hair, his voice husky as he said, "I just like thingsthe way they are now, reminding you not to forget to give me a properstatus as your partner.”

This man couldn't go three sentences without mentioning that.

He must be going crazy.

The two of them were having dinner, and suddenly Ayan asked, "Afterthe incident with Louise, has Preston contacted you?"

Camille was taken aback, looked up at Ayan, and said, "No, why doyou suddenly ask?"

"Just curious.”

"You're not being subtle at all." Camille didn't take it to heart, speakingcalmly, "So, do you want him to contact me or not?"

"Of course, I don't want him to."

"So, were you testing me just now? Worried that I might secretlycontact him without telling you?"

Camille started set up Ayan.

He furrowed his brow and immediately explained, “I didn't mean that. Itjust suddenly came to mind, so I asked without thinking."

"But deep down, that's what you think, right?" Camille pretended toshake her head, her expression also very indifferent, and she said, "Ah,you just don't trust me!"

Ayan's brow furrowed even deeper, and his tone revealed a hint ofanxiety as he said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"What's your fault then?"

“I shouldn't have had that thought.”

"Hmm."

He continued, "It won't happen again.”

"What do you mean it won't happen?" Camille blinked, curious abouthis words.