My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 804: Falling Apart

Chapter 804: Falling Apart

"Does Mr. Simpson need it right now?" John was somewhat surprised.He had been by Ayan's side for several years, and most of the time, hiswork revolved around managing Ayan's frequent business trips.

"Now, it needs to be fast,” Ayan said with a grave expression.

"Alright, I understand.” John immediately accessed the company'sintranet to retrieve the necessary information. Suddenly, heremembered something and quickly said to Ayan, “Mr. Simpson,Assistant Fontirroig has submitted her resignation. Should I still sendyou her details?"

"Resignation?"

"Yes, we received her resignation application yesterday. Since she wasan assistant in the secretary's office, the HR department sent the newsdirectly to me. I haven't had a chance to inform Kian. Do you want herinformation?"

Ayan squinted his eyes slightly. He had a natural impression ofAssistant Fontirroig, who worked in the secretary's office. There were atotal of eight assistants and secretaries, each with their own specificresponsibilities under Kian's management. Ayan wasn't particularlyfamiliar with them due to their extensive work arrangements.

However, Assistant Fontirroig left a deep impression on him becausehe had assigned her to assist Camille for a few days. It was when themuseum project had just begun, and he and Kian were on a businesstrip to Dane City.

So, he had temporarily assigned Assistant Fontirroig to Camille,allowing her to handle any matters that arose.

His face instantly turned cold, and he immediately instructed, "Contacther right away. Find any reason to bring her to the company, but don'tmention me. Don't let her suspect anything unusual.”

John didn't understand Ayan's intentions, but he didn't dare to show anynegligence. He immediately followed Ayan's instructions.

Ayan also spoke to the driver, "Go to Simpson Group."

The reason he suddenly asked his secretary to investigate the personalinformation and work schedule of the secretary's office was that, apartfrom Kian, the secretary's office personnel were the most aware of hisschedule.

Kian was not someone who would betray him, so the focus shifted tothe secretaries.

As for John, he was Kian's junior and someone Ayan could trust. Hecould entrust him with this task.

While heading back to the company, John called again.

He had contacted Assistant Fontirroig, and she was on her way back tothe company. He had lured her back by claiming that she needed tosign some documents related to her resignation.

Ayan arrived at Simpson Group before Assistant Fontirroig, and Johnwas waiting at the elevator doors.

As Ayan stepped out of the elevator, John quickly checked the time andreported, "Mr. Simpson, Assistant Fontirroig should be here soon.Where do you want to meet her?"

"The conference room."

If they went to the office, she would become suspicious.

John nodded, and Ayan added, "Tell her not to bring her phone. Usethe excuse that the agreement content needs to be kept confidential.”John nodded again, but he didn't dare to be curious about what Ayanwas planning.

After taking all the personal information from John, Ayan walked directlytowards the conference room. As for John, he had to stay at theelevator and wait for Assistant Fontirroig's arrival.

During this time, Ayan went through everyone's profiles, including thoseof Kian and John.

He quickly skimmed through the information and work schedules of theothers because he had a suspect now, and naturally, all his focus wason the suspect.

Assistant Fontirroig, whose name is Sandra Fontirroig, is not a local ofHance City. However, she excelled in her previous university despitehaving an average family background. That's why she worked harderthan others, which is the only reason she has reached her currentposition.

Sandra serves as the assistant to Ayan, the president of the SimpsonGroup. This position would make countless people envious if word gotout.

But Sandra's resignation at this time is clearly illogical.

There is no suitable reason, and it becomes an inexplicable dead end.There were no signs from Sandra before this, so her resignation cameas a sudden surprise.

She was treated exceptionally well in the company, her work wentsmoothly, and she got along very well with her colleagues. So whywould she resign?

Sandra knocked on the door of the meeting room and saw that theperson inside was not the head of the HR department but Ayan.

She looked at Ayan with some surprise, and her expression instantlystiffened and became nervous.

In contrast to her confusion, Ayan remained calm. He looked at her witha warm but distant gaze and said in a disinterested tone, "Not comingin?"

Sandra quickly stepped inside, her nervousness still evident on herface. She asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, why is it you?"

“I heard you want to resign?" Ayan ignored her question and pushedthe resignation letter in front of her. With distinct fingers, he lightlytapped on it, while his deep gaze remained fixed on her.

Sandra nodded and said, "Yes, I want to resign."

“You were doing well. Why do you want to resign? Is it because of thecompany's welfare or the workload?"

Ayan continued his indifferent inquiry, his expression always cold anddistant.

Looking at the man in front of her, Sandra clenched her teeth andspoke with a slightly rigid voice, "Mr. Simpson, it's not that. Thecompany has been treating me well, and the compensation is good too.It's just a personal reason, so I want to resign. I hope Mr. Simpson canunderstand.”

"Well, you've been with the company for three years, right?"

"Yes."

Ayan lightly tapped on the desk, his expression inscrutable, and hisfalcon-like eyes fixed unwaveringly on Sandra, making her feelincreasingly uncertain.

Sandra stuttered, "Mr. Simpson, do you have anything else?"

"No."

"Then I'll go and handle the resignation procedures."

"Fine."

Ayan continued to gaze at her without averting his eyes. Once Sandragot permission, she didn't dare to linger for another second. Thepressure of being around Ayan was too great, and she also hadsomething hidden deep inside. Therefore, she just wanted to leaveAyan's sight as quickly as possible.

She stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and was about to leavewhen Ayan's voice rang out once again. He coldly asked, "AssistantFontirroig, did you disclose mine and Camille's itinerary and workschedule to those who kidnapped her?"

Upon hearing Ayan's question, Sandra froze in place.

Her facial expression became vacant because she had her back turnedto Ayan, and she couldn't see his current expression. However, shesensed a range of emotions from his previous inquiry.

After a brief silence, Sandra immediately denied, her voice tense, "Mr.Simpson, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

Ayan sneered, and his tone was no longer as indifferent as before butfilled with coldness. "Sandra, you only have this one chance. Whetheror not you tell me the truth is your own choice. I don't care how thepeople behind you made promises to you, but now you're in my hands.If I suspect you, do you think I would let you leave just like that? If youleave Simpson Group, do you think you can still have another job if wedon't part on good terms? Can the people behind you really providelifelong security?"

Ayan remained seated, showing no intention of getting up.

His expression was extremely gloomy, and he maintained a calmcomposure, making sure not to reveal any signs of urgency or panic. Ifhis suspicions were just at the beginning, now he was completelyconvinced by Sandra's reaction.

After his words, Sandra anxiously denied and explained, "Mr. Simpson,I really don't know what you're talking about. It's just because ofpersonal issues. Although I know that leaving Simpson Group means Iwon't replace a better job, I feel a lot of pressure. I want to replace a job that ismore relaxed and free from intense competition. I don't have manyambitions, so I want to lead a simpler life."

"Do you think I would believe these words? Since I could say suchthings angrily, it means I have enough evidence in my hands. Do youthink the people behind you can bribe me? Do I have no one?"Sandra clenched her fists, seemingly hesitating about something.Ayan squinted his eyes, his expression chilling to the extreme, and histone gradually grew heavier. "Since you're unwilling to say, then I willhave to call the police.”

"Mr. Simpson, I haven't done anything. Even if the police come, I willsay the same thing."

“Is that so? If I report the leakage of Simpson Group's trade secrets asthe reason, do you think the police will act accordingly?"

Ayan smirked, and a coldness pervaded the air.