My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 803: Going In Circles

Chapter 803: Going in Circles

Ayan drove into the garage, with still two minutes left before half anhour had passed.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number from the previous call.He said, "I've arrived. How do we proceed with the transaction?"

The other person smiled and replied, “Mr. Simpson, no need to rush.Good things are never afraid of being late. Mr. Simpson, do you see acar about a hundred meters away from you? Put the money in that car,then drive to a nearby abandoned construction site. Someone will meetyou there."

Although Ayan had already anticipated that things wouldn't be so easy,hearing the other person's words still made him extremely angry.

His tone was filled with indignant questioning, "Are you playing a trickon me?"

"Mr. Simpson, it's a misunderstanding. I'm just being cautious. After all,You have many helpers. What if they come along? From now on, Mr.Simpson, put your phone back in your car as well, and follow myinstructions. Mrs. Simpson and I will be waiting here for your arrival.”The man finished speaking and abruptly ended the call.

Ayan tightly gripped his phone but still followed the instructions givenby the other person.

However, while taking the money, he whispered into the car's real-timevoice system, "I won't have a phone next, and the car needs to bechanged. Find a way to follow me, but make sure the other side doesn'tknow."

Having said that, he picked up the box of money and got into the whitecar.

Then he drove out of the garage and followed the directions providedby the man on the phone.

As Ayan drove, he maintained a calm demeanor. Perhaps the back andforth were wearing down his patience, but suddenly, his whole beingfelt calm, as if all his emotions had settled.

This clarity also sharpened his mind. Initially, when he learned aboutCamille's situation, his thoughts were clouded with worry. But after aday of various maneuvers and silent waiting, his anxious heartgradually regained its rationality.

Based on the current situation and the conversation just now, he couldconfirm that the person he had been communicating with was not themastermind behind Camille's abduction. This indicated that the otherside wasn't just one or two people, and they were well-prepared,knowing when he was at Maple Leaves Mansion and when he wasbusy.

Moreover, the other side was aware of Camille's schedule, so it couldn'thave been a spur-of-the-moment decision. They must have beenmonitoring them for several days.

From all this information, Ayan was convinced of his speculation,leading him to have a premonition that he probably wouldn't seeCamille today.

The other side had gone through so much trouble and made extensivepreparations. It couldn't be just for the money.

Then what was it for?

Ayan arrived at the abandoned construction site mentioned on thephone. As he entered, he saw a black car parked in the middle of theroad. When he drove over, the person inside the black car also got out-a young man who walked directly towards him.

Through the car window, the man said, "Mr. Simpson, we need toswitch cars now. You drive the one in front, and I'll take yours."

"Switch cars? The person I spoke to on the phone didn't mention this.After the car switch, the transaction begins, and you take the money.But where is the person I want?" Ayan sat in the car, gripping thesteering wheel with one hand, the engine still running. He was ready tobe on guard at any moment. His gaze carried a chilling sharpness ashe coldly scanned the man standing outside the car door and said, "Doyou think you can take this money from me without my consent?"

"So, Mr. Simpson, you're refusing to cooperate? Then I can't guaranteethat something won't happen to Mrs. Simpson.”

The man foolishly tried to threaten Ayan with Camille, naturally crossingAyan's bottom line. He narrowed his eyes, calmly held the car keys inhis hand, then forcefully pushed open the car door, crashing into theman. The man winced and stumbled back several steps.

Ayan also got out of the car, standing tall and straight, his gaze fixed onthe man before him. He said, "Call the person behind you immediately.If it's about the money, say it. If it's not about the money, state theirdemands directly without beating around the bush."

Although the man initially seemed confident, he couldn't help but feelintimidated by Ayan's strong presence.

The man couldn't meet Ayan's gaze and had to retreat to the black car.He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

He faithfully relayed everything that had just happened and Ayan'swords, then cautiously approached and handed the phone to Ayan.Ayan stared icily at the man for a moment, then reached out and tookthe phone. He put it on speakerphone and coldly questioned, “Is thisyour sincerity?"

The kidnapper was still using a voice changer, and his voice carried aplayful tone as he said, "Mr. Simpson, don't take it too seriously. We arealso prioritizing safety. After all, Mr. Simpson, you have quite thecapability, and we small fries can't afford not to be afraid. So, Mr.Simpson, how about cooperating a little?"

“If you want to take the money, hand over the person to me."

"Mr. Simpson, you want the person, and I want the money. But for you,the person is more important than the money. However, for me, if I can'tensure my safety when I have the money, I won't be at ease. So, I mustguarantee my safety. If Mr. Simpson insists on this, I can simply forgothe money. As for Mrs. Simpson, I can't guarantee what might happento her. Mr. Simpson should understand it than me. What do you say, Mr.Simpson?"

Every word in the words was provoking Ayan, stabbing his heart witheach one.

He stood frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

He squinted his eyes, remaining unresponsive for an extended period.The other person gave him enough time to consider, and after nearly aminute of silence, he spoke again, asking, "Mr. Simpson, what's yourdecision? Will you agree or not?"

Ayan cast a low, chilling gaze towards the man in front and said in adeep, icy voice, "Fine, I can let your people leave by car, but how willyou hand over my wife to me?"

"Mr. Simpson, rest assured, as soon as I see the money, Mrs. Simpsonwill be returned to your side without any harm."

"Good, I hope you keep your word."

Ayan threw his phone and keys directly at the man in front, then raisedhis foot and walked towards the black car.

The man immediately drove away in the white car filled with money.Watching the car gradually disappear from sight, Ayan's deep, pitch-black eyes subconsciously narrowed. His face was cold and indifferent,revealing no trace of emotion. He had no idea what the man wasthinking.

Ayan didn't drive for too long before he pulled over to the side of theroad and got out of the car.

In less than a minute, his men arrived in another car and stopped infront of him. The car door opened, and Ayan sat in the back seat.

The bodyguard immediately handed him his phone, saying, "Mr.Simpson, after you left the garage, no one appeared. We observed thesurroundings, and everything seemed normal. The other side seems tohave insufficient people, so there were hardly any people keeping aneye on you."

Ayan nodded with a cold expression, and then his phone rang.

It was Kian calling.

Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, based on the tracker, we tracked down anabandoned villa in the suburbs. They seem to be choosing theseabandoned buildings and garages, as if none of them can truly hide.So, following your previous arrangements, Logan and I have learnedthat there are a total of fifteen abandoned properties, garages, andother buildings on the east side of Hance City. Our people, along withthe police, are investigating each one."

"Okay, send me John's numbers."

With Kian handling these matters, Ayan felt at ease.

So, now he needed to deal with another issue.

Although Kian didn't know why Ayan suddenly wanted John's contact,he didn't dare to delay and immediately sent it to Ayan.

Ayan dialed the number himself, surprising John.

Interrupting his astonishment, Ayan spoke in a indifferent and calmvoice, “Immediately check the working hours and personal informationof the secretaries for the past three days and send it all to me."