My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 801: Betrayal

Chapter 801: Betrayal

As Ayan listened to its, his face instantly turned cold. However, hemade an effort to control his emotions, and his furrowed brow revealedlayers of intense anger. His eyes were filled with icy coldness as hespoke in a low, deep voice, "Who are you? Since you dare not showyour true face, why should I believe what you say?"

The other person had used voice modulation, so his true voice couldn'tbe heard.

Ayan's face remained cold, and his hand, hanging by his side, clenchedinto a tight fist. His words were met with laughter from the other side."Mr. Simpson doesn't believe me, huh?" the man's voice came through,accompanied by some movement in the background. Then, anothervoice spoke up, "Mrs. Simpson, say a few words to Mr. Simpson!"

But there was no immediate response from a woman's voice; instead,there was silence.

This silence caused Ayan to narrow his eyes, filled with a sense ofcoldness.

The man on the phone seemed displeased, his words laced withcoldness, and his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness, "Mrs. Simpson,don't force me to touch you. It wouldn't be good if I hurt you with myrough hands, Mr. Simpson would feel sorry. So, Mrs. Simpson,cooperate nicely, okay?"

Still, there was silence.

The man seemed angry, and a clear sound of a slap came through."Ah!"

The familiar voice of a woman followed the sound of the slap.

Upon hearing the woman's cry, though it was just one sound, Ayanclearly recognized it as Camille's voice.

His face immediately became covered with a chilling darkness, and hisvoice became hoarse to the extreme as he said, "Camille! Is that you,Camille?"

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

The man didn't hurry to respond but spoke with an angry tone, "Mrs.Simpson, why can't you cooperate a little? If you had cooperated, Iwouldn't have resorted to violence. Look, Mr. Simpson is worried aboutyou. So, say a few words to Mr. Simpson!"

"If you dare to touch her, just try...," Ayan was truly panicked, especiallyafter hearing Camille's pained cry, which made it difficult for him to calmdown.

His expression became serious and gloomy, his whole being tense. Hishandsome face seemed as if it could shed shards of broken ice as hesaid in a hoarse voice, "Cami, speak up, don't be afraid, I'm here. Tellme, where are you?"

"Ayan, I'm fine, don't worry..." Camille finally spoke.

Her voice was low and hoarse because she had just been slappedhard, and her mouth was filled with a bloody taste. But she didn't wantAyan to worry, so she tried her best to remain calm and not let him hearany discomfort in her voice.

Ever since she was taken by someone outside Maple Leaves Mansion,Camille had lost her freedom and ability to resist. She had beenbrought here, and the two men who had forced her into the car hadbeen watching her the entire time. They were unfamiliar faces she hadnever seen before.

But these two men made a phone call to Ayan in front of her. However,she had no idea what their ultimate goal was.

Hearing Camille's voice, Ayan silently took a deep breath. It was rarefor him to be in such a state of mind, and his eyes were filled withhelplessness.

He tightly furrowed his brows and questioned with a demanding tone,"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Mr. Simpson, don't get agitated. What we want is very simple. Mr.Simpson only needs to say a few words to satisfy us. However, if Mr.Simpson doesn't cooperate, tries to report to the police, or takes anyother means to deal with us, then your wife might not be treated sokindly," their words were filled with threats, each word informing Ayannot to attempt any resistance. They made it clear that if they wereharmed or threatened, Camille wouldn't have a good time either.Ayan's voice turned cold and gloomy as he asked, "Enough with thenonsense. What do you want?"

"Alright, since Mr. Simpson is so straightforward, I won't be beat aroundthe bush either. Mr. Simpson, prepare 50 million, and we'll exchangemoney and the person.”

"Alright, I can give you what you want, but you have to agree to myconditions. If a single strand of hair is missing from my woman, I won'tspare you. It's best to avoid hurting her again. Otherwise, you won'thave the chance to enjoy your life anymore.”

"Mr. Simpson is joking. As long as you do as what we tell you, I will takegood care of Mrs. Simpson,” the man chuckled lightly and continued,"Mr. Simpson, get the money ready and wait for my message."

Before Ayan could respond, the other person had already hung up thephone.

Ayan held onto his phone tightly, standing upright without moving,frozen in place. Kian and Preston, who were present, had heard everyword of the conversation.

Seeing Ayan's extremely grim expression, Kian quickly spoke up, "Mr.Simpson, I'll prepare the money now."

Ayan didn't respond. Instead, he turned and looked at Preston standingbeside him. The two men locked eyes, each filled with cold indifference.Preston narrowed his eyes, his voice accusingly resentful, "Ayan, doyou think that just because Cami is missing, you can unreasonablyblame me for everything? Have you ever considered that maybe shewas taken because of you? Are you and the Simpson family trulyinnocent and guilt-free? Don't think that your status and position makeyou invulnerable. Others may not be able to harm you directly, but theycan target those around you. If you genuinely care about Cami, let hergo, so she doesn't have to suffer because of you.”

Ayan snorted lightly, “It's best if you have nothing to do with this,otherwise, today's punches will be just the beginning."

Ayan withdrew his gaze and walked out of the room.

Kian immediately followed, pressing the elevator button for Ayan, andthey left together.

Preston remained motionless, watching them leave. The door was stillopen. He had a cold expression on his face as he raised his hand andlightly touched the spot where he had been struck, feeling a dull ache.Although he had heard Ayan's words, he hadn't heard the otherperson's voice. However, he could deduce from Ayan's words that theother person hadn't used their real voice or identity. He vaguelyspeculated that either the person was just an insignificant pawn, or theywere truly after the money.

At this moment, he hoped it was the latter, where giving the moneywould secure Camille's release.

If it was the former, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences behindit.

About ten minutes after Ayan left, Preston closed the door andsuddenly furrowed his brows, as if he had realized something.

With a cold expression, he immediately walked back to the living room,picked up the phone from the coffee table, and made a call.

Once the call connected, he immediately questioned, “Is it you? Didyou do it?"

The other person responded casually, "What are you talking about?""Did you kidnap Camille?"

"Mr. Baxter, are you mistaken? How could I possibly have someonekidnap Camille? What benefit would I get from that?"

Preston's face remained cold as he said, "I hope you keep your word.I've told you before, what happens between Ayan and me has nothingto do with Camille. If you violate our agreement, then we shouldn'tcontinue our cooperation.”

Although the other person had already explicitly denied it, Preston stillharbored deep suspicions.

His face displayed a heavy mood.

Ayan, who had left Preston's place, exuded a chilling aura. Sitting in thecar without any expression, he gave a calm instruction, “Go to MapleLeaves Mansion.”

Kian nodded and drove, taking Ayan back to Maple Leaves Mansion.Since they had been living together with Camille these days, Ayan hada key to enter directly.

Everything inside the house appeared normal, indicating that Camillehad come downstairs without any defenses after receiving the phonecall.

At that moment, she must have felt incredibly helpless, right?

The sound of Camille's pain-filled voice from the phone call and herfaint trembling resonated in his ears. Thinking about it made him feelunsettled.

Fury gleamed in his eyes, and his expression turned sinister.

In his heart, he repeated silently that nothing would happen to her. Hewouldn't allow anything to happen.

But the more anxious a person became, the harder it was to calm hisemotions.

So he couldn't figure out who could have taken Camille.