My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 809: Provocation

Chapter 809: Provocation

Austin couldn't conceal his smirk as he said, "What can you do if Ichange my mind? Both you and your wife are in my hands, and I cando whatever I want."

"Is that so?"

Ayan showed no fear and made no attempt to struggle, still under thecontrol of Austin's men.

However, these simple words, spoken by Ayan, made Austin feelsomewhat uncomfortable. It was an indescribable sense ofstrangeness, as if Ayan wasn't affected by Austin's actions as much ashe had anticipated.

Austin's face suddenly turned into a cold smile, and he said, "Ayan,when you kicked me out of the project, you should have anticipated thisday. Did you really think I would let it go? Of course not. What you didto Cora has caused me significant losses, and I, Austin, will make sureto settle this score.”

"So, how do you plan to settle it?"

"Of course, by exposing you completely, letting everyone see your trueface. You and Simpson Group are nothing more than wolves in sheep'sclothing. Let me tell you, I'm not the only one who wants to see you fall.Once you're down, Simpson Group will be like a dead whale, slowlydevoured by other fish until nothing is left, and the Simpson family willbe nothing. The same goes for you, Ayan."

Austin felt a surge of excitement, envisioning the scene where hecompletely defeated Ayan. Who else could control Ayan like he could?Whatever he wanted Ayan to do, Ayan would have to do it.

The taste of this power was truly exhilarating.

All the pent-up resentment in his heart was released at this moment,but it was far from enough. Everything was just beginning.

He handed the apology letter, written by Ayan, to his assistant. A smilecovered his face, and his eyes remained fixed on Ayan, just a few stepsaway. He calmly said, "Send the apology letter personally written by Mr.Simpson to the PR department of Simpson Group. Within five minutes,I want to see that apology letter posted at the top of Simpson Group'sofficial social media account.”

After speaking, he walked up to Ayan, smirking and reaching out to pathis cheek. But Ayan turned his head to avoid the touch, emanating achilling aura. His voice turned cold as he said, "Mr. Simpson, give yoursecretary a call. Time waits for no one.”

Saying that, he directly pulled out his phone from his suit pocket andhanded it to Ayan, signaling him to unlock it.

Ayan didn't move, so Austin said, "Mr. Simpson, it's better for you to dowhat I invite you to do. My men can be rough, and I'm concerned theymight harm you. It wouldn't look good if that got out.”

Ayan seemed to have no reaction, his distant indifference glaring atAustin as if he didn't care at all. Austin found this look extremelyannoying. He had tolerated it before, but now, with Ayan still giving himthat gaze, he was getting agitated.

He said, "Ayan, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feelingresentful? Even if you're not happy, so what? Don't forget, you're in myhands now, and so is your wife. Show me a little respect, or I can'tguarantee what I might do."

Maybe it was because Austin mentioned Camille, but one thing iscertain: Ayan wasn't looking at him. However, there was a peculiarexpression in his eyes that couldn't be described.

Was it fear?

Or apprehension?

No, it was neither.

It was an indescribable defiance that words couldn't express.

Ayan unlocked his phone and dialed Kian's number, following Austin’sinstructions.

When Kian received Ayan's call, he was already at the spot where Ayanhad separated from the bodyguard, but this call made him feel uneasy.Ayan couldn't possibly make a blatant phone call after entering the villaarea.

If there were any arrangements, they would communicate throughmessages.

If he made a call, it would easily give away their position and bediscovered.

So when he saw Ayan's call, he hesitated for a moment beforeanswering, "Mr. Simpson!"

“It's me," Ayan's voice was low.

Kian inquired, "Do you need something?"

“I'm going to send you an email now. Log in to the Simpson Group'sofficial blog and pin that email at the top."

"Alright."

Kian didn't know what the email was about, but he agreed immediately.However, from Ayan's composed tone, he sensed something wasamiss.

He was convinced that Ayan had found Austin, but Austin had controlover him. Ayan's calmness and tone remained unchanged. It was as ifhe were speaking normally.

But this kind of normalcy was abnormal, and Kian had learned this frombeing around Ayan for many years.

After the call ended, Kian stepped out of the car. He quickly arrangedthe setup, realizing they couldn't wait any longer if Ayan was underAustin's control.

He instructed a few professionally trained bodyguards to enter from theside doors and search without being detected by Austin's people. Withthe fading daylight, it would be less suspicious to enter at this time.After organizing everything, he watched the bodyguards depart, andsoon after, he received the email on his phone from Ayan.

Seeing the photo of a handwritten apology letter, Kian furrowed hisbrow involuntarily.

Wasn't this Ayan's handwriting?

He frowned slightly, silently reading the contents of the handwrittenapology letter. Then, he understood its meaning.

Austin must have forced Ayan to write it, but Austin had no idea howskilled Ayan was in calligraphy.

The handwriting that Ayan used to sign the contract in Simpson Groupis his own handwriting. Bit at other occasions, he would write byimitating others’ handwriting.

Only Kian knew about this because he had paid attention. However, henever directly asked Ayan about it, and naturally, Ayan knew that Kianwas aware.

Kian was someone he trusted.

That's why these shortcomings in his work would only be revealed infront of him.

Kian couldn't help but feel relieved. Even though Ayan had lost hisfreedom and choices under Austin's control, he could still replace a way toturn the situation around.

Without wasting any more time, Kian quickly logged into the official blogand posted the apology letters.

Then, he contacted the PR department to reach out to Twitterexecutives, ready to control and delete any messages related to thisincident.

As soon as the apology letter was posted, Austin’s assistant saw itimmediately.

He promptly reported to Austin, "Mr. Norman, Simpson Group has sentit."

Austin took the phone and glanced at it casually, then revealed asatisfied smile. He handed the phone to his assistant and walkedleisurely towards Ayan. He said, "I accept Mr. Simpson's apology, butthat's far from enough. Mr. Simpson still needs to tell me where my wifeis. What do you think, Mr. Simpson?"

Ayan was well aware that Austin wouldn't be satisfied with just that. Hewould demand step by step. The conditions he mentioned were only forthat moment, and once they were fulfilled, he would make newdemands.

Ayan knew Austin well and understood his thoughts.

Ayan smiled faintly, a hint of indifference flickering in his eyes. Hislaughter caught Austin off guard, and Austin asked in an annoyed tone,"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Their eyes locked, and since his hands were being controlled by twopeople, he didn't bother struggling or moving. He was just feeling a bittired with standing a long time. The room was brightly lit, and the skyoutside was almost dark.

He started to worry about Camille and couldn't help but wonder if Kianunderstood his intentions.

He remained silent, and Austin questioned him again.

Unable to bear it any longer, Austin kicked him fiercely in the knee.Ayan couldn't dodge it and endured the blow.

Their gazes clashed, and Austin's eyes were filled with ferocity andanger. "Ayan, what do you think you are? How dare you defy me?"