My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 800: Trampled

Chapter 800: Trampled

She was grabbed by two men who reached out and was immediatelybeing forced into a car.

Camille instinctively called out, "Help! Hel..."

But she wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence as her mouth wasimmediately covered.

The security personnel at Maple Leaves Mansion's entrance heard thecry for help and rushed out of the security room. They saw Camillebeing taken into the car, which then arrogantly sped away. The securityguards chasing after them were utterly useless.

Because Camille frequently entered and exited the premises and theyknew her identity, the security guards couldn't afford any delay. Theyimmediately returned to the security room to inform their supervisor,who then contacted Kian.

Upon receiving the news, Kian wasted no time and knocked on thedoor of the conference room.

Ayan was in a meeting with the company's senior management, andthe meeting couldn't be interrupted.

So when Kian entered and spoke, everyone's attention turned to Ayan.Kian quickly said, "Sorry for the interruption, everyone."

He hurriedly walked to Ayan's side and briefly explained what he hadjust learned.

Upon hearing the news, Ayan's face turned cold in an instant. Heinstinctively stood up from his chair, his deep eyes revealing a chillingindifference. Before anyone could react, he was already walkingtowards the conference room door.

The others were stunned. Kian quickly explained, "Mr. Simpson hassomething urgent to attend to. The meeting will be paused here, and I'linform everyone when Mr. Simpson is available. Thank you for yourunderstanding.”

After speaking, Kian hurriedly caught up with Ayan.

Ayan had already reached the elevator, his head down, looking at hisphone, and instantly understood.

He felt immense guilt and self-blame. If only he had seen Camille'smessage, none of this would have happened.

Ayan's face was extremely grim, his brows furrowed tightly. Seeing himlike this, Kian cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, I had the surveillance atMaple Leaves Mansion checked. It took Mrs. Simpson about tenminutes from leaving her house to reaching the entrance of theresidential area. They clearly came prepared. So now, should we waitfor their contact or should we report it to the police?"

With a cold expression, Ayan's voice filled with a chilling tone, he said,"Take me to Preston's residence.”

Kian was slightly taken aback and asked, "Mr. Simpson, do yoususpect Preston?"

Ayan didn't answer. The coldness on his face became more apparent,and his dark eyes were filled with a sinister coldness.

Preston's residence was close to Simpson Group, but Ayan felt that thejourney was incredibly long.

Accompanied by Kian, he took the elevator all the way to Preston'sresidence.

Austin used to live here, but Ayan had never been here nor cared aboutwhere any of them lived.

The elevator doors opened, and he walked out from inside. Kianpointed to a nearby door and was about to ring the doorbell when Ayanbypassed him and walked directly to the door. He lifted his hand andpounded on the door with a heavy "thud, thud, thud.”

Seeing this, Kian quickly stepped forward to knock on the door inAyan's place. As he looked at Ayan's extremely grim expression, hewhispered, "Mr. Simpson, do you suspect that Mrs. Simpson was takenby Preston?"

Ayan didn't speak, and at that moment, the door opened.

Ayan raised his gaze to look at Preston, his expression suddenlyturning icy. His deep and cold eyes locked onto him without a moment'shesitation.

Seeing Ayan, a trace of surprise flashed in Preston's eyes. But the nextsecond, he curved his lips into a smile and said, "Mr. Simpson? What arare visit. What brings you here?"

Ayan narrowed his deep eyes slightly. Preston's attitude registered as ablatant provocation to him. He stepped past Kian and delivered a heavypunch to Preston, catching him off guard and leaving him no time toreact.

Preston staggered back several steps, and by the time he regained hisbalance, Ayan lunged forward again, landing a second punch. Ayan'semotions were completely out of control, and he continued to pummelPreston several times. When Preston finally regained his senses andattempted to retaliate, Ayan had already pressed him against the wall.Ayan questioned in a cold voice, "Where is she? Preston, I warn you,you better release her immediately, or I'll make you wish you weredead.”

Ayan put all his strength into each punch, causing blood to trickle fromthe corners of Preston's mouth. He held Preston tightly, rendering himimmobile. Faced with Ayan's questioning, Preston was filled with angerand retorted, "Ayan, who are you talking about? You better explainyourself. What does this sudden intrusion mean? You better let go ofme right now, or I can suit you for intentional harm."

"Hah, do you think I'm afraid of you? If you have the guts, go aheadand file a lawsuit. But are you sure you can walk out of this door?""Ayan, are you planning to kill me like this?"

"Stop wasting words. Tell me, where did you take Camille? My patienceis wearing thin. If you dare to harm her, everyone associated with youwill pay the price. So, where is Camille? Speak!"

He clenched his fist, his eyes sharp and filled with icy hostility, his voicecold and devoid of emotion. "Speak!"

Preston furrowed his brow, struggling several times, but there was noresponse. He squinted his eyes and coldly replied, "I don't know whatyou're talking about. Camille isn't with me, and I've never orderedanyone to take her. But you, aren't you her husband? Shouldn't youknow where she is? Yet, you're asking a stranger like me, Ayan, don'tyou replace that ridiculous?"

Of course, Ayan didn't believe what he said. The pressure on Preston'sneck intensified, causing it to turn red. Due to the lack of guard and thatthe force of Ayan was strong, and naturally, it caused significant pain onhim.

Their gazes locked onto each other, both filled with coldness. Ayan'seyes were filled with angry coldness, while Preston's eyes revealed ahint of mocking smile.

As if mocking Ayan for not being able to replace his wife but stillquestioning him.

This naturally infuriated Ayan. He interrogated, “Do you think youhaven't been beaten enough? Do I need to beat you further to makeyou realize your mistake?"

The feeling of being controlled and unable to resist, unable to retaliate,was extremely frustrating. It made Preston believe that Ayan wasmocking him for being useless.

Preston tightly pursed his lips, his face extremely unsightly, and hesaid, "Ayan, if you think I took Camille, then please provide evidence. Ifthere is no evidence, accusing me would be defamation. If you don't letgo, I will definitely sue you. I will make everyone aware of what kind ofoppressive person Mr. Simpson from the Simpson Group is."

Ayan snorted coldly, “Do as you please. If you have the ability, goahead. So, until now, you still won't admit it?"

“I didn't do anything, so why should I admit it? Blaming others for thingsthey didn't do is something your Simpson family always likes to do. ButAyan, I'm not one of those trampled by the Simpson family, and I won'tsuccumb to your oppression just because of the Simpson Group."Each word from Preston hinted at the heinous acts committed by theSimpson Group and the Simpson family, as if he had witnessed themfirsthand. However, Ayan naturally didn't believe it. After all, Prestonhad always held such attitudes towards them . There would naturally beno kind words from him.

But amidst Preston's words, Ayan still caught glimpses of hiddenmeanings. However, his mind was filled with Camille, and he didn'thave the spare mental capacity to delve deeper.

After Preston's words, Ayan's expression remained cold. His phonerang at that moment.

However, he didn't make any move and maintained his posturethroughout. Kian was also astonished by his actions, as he hadfollowed Ayan for so long and had never seen this side of him. BecauseAyan was in the dominant position, he didn't step forward to help butstood aside, ready to intervene at any moment.

Ayan's phone continued to ring, but he didn't react at all. Kianwhispered, "Mr. Simpson, maybe you should answer the call.”

Only then did Ayan glance coldly at Preston, loosening his grip on hiscollar, and took a step back to create some distance. He took out hisphone and answered directly, "Speak!"

A man’s voice came from the other end, "Mr. Simpson, would you liketo talk to Mrs. Simpson?"