My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 815: Concern

Chapter 815: Concern

The assistant raised his head and looked at Ayan. He had seen Ayanbefore when he followed Austin to Hance City to for Mr. and Mrs. Bell'sproject. Naturally, he knew how Ayan had kicked Austin out of theproject.

Facing Ayan now, he naturally felt extremely timid and trembling.

He dared not look directly into Ayan's eyes, and his whole bodyseemed to tremble secretly under his clothes. He stammered, "Mr.Simpson, it wasn't me..."

“I didn't ask if it was you. I'm asking who it was. So do you know ornot?"

Ayan lifted his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, with no patience inhis eyes, as if reminding him that if he knew, he should speak up, and ifhe didn't, he shouldn't waste his time.

The assistant's eyes dodged, and his expression on his face was veryuneasy. His reaction caused Ayan to lose his patience as well.

Ayan questioned indifferently, "Who knows? Speak up! This is your onlychance. I gave it to you, but you didn't seize it. Then let someone elsehave it."

Ayan's gaze swept around and fixed on the other two men.

The two men seemed hesitant upon seeing this, but it was only for amoment. One of them, slightly darker in complexion, hurriedly spokeup, "Mr. Simpson, I know. It was Mr. Norman who did it. Mr. Normansaid she didn't follow his instructions, so he did it."

Ayan did not react to the man's voice; instead, the coldness in his eyesdeepened. Everyone present, including Kian, watched Ayan, thinkingthat he was just angry upon hearing Austin's name.

The next second, Ayan stood up and slowly approached the darker-skinned man. He walked step by step until he was in front of the man,crouched down, and stared at him, asking, "Are you sure it wasAustin?"

The man nodded firmly, “I'm sure, it was Austin, Mr. Simpson. It washim. We have nothing to do with it. We were just following Austin'sorders. We were only doing it for the money..."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of clearly visible knucklessuddenly grabbed the man's hair and dragged him heavily towards thenearby coffee table.

The sound of the collision between the man's head and the coffee tableechoed in everyone's ears. They were all bewildered, not knowing whatAyan meant by this.

Was he venting his anger towards Austin on them?

The other two men were frightened, afraid to breathe heavily.

Ayan, however, did not stop there. He grabbed the man's hair again,the coldness in his eyes giving him a hint of ruthlessness. He sneered,"What do you think you are? Huh? How dare you talk behind her back?How dare you entertain such disrespectful thoughts about her? Do youwant to die?"

The other man instantly understood Ayan's intention. He heard theirconversation, so he quickly spoke up, “Mr. Simpson, I'm sorry. Mr.Simpson, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have had such thoughts. Pleasespare me, Mr. Simpson!"

Ayan glanced at him but didn't intend to respond. He just looked backat the man in his hand, pulling his hair and coldly questioning, "Answerme, how dare you?"

The darker-skinned man was already terrified, still feeling the pain fromthe impact on his head. He took a while to calm down before slowlyregaining his senses and said in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, I won't dareanymore. Mr. Simpson, I really didn't do anything. I was just joking. I...""Just joking? What do you think you are to dare speak about her?Come on, repeat what you said for me. Huh? Let me hear what youreally said."

Ayan released him, wiped his fingers on two wet tissues from the coffeetable, and then threw the tissues directly onto the man. His eyes werefilled with indifference as he looked at the other man beside him.

He raised his hand and pointed, "You start. Huh?"

Both of them had panicked expressions, and they didn't really dare torepeat their words in front of Ayan.

But Ayan obviously had to make them say it again. He reminded them,“Don't try my patience. If you don't speak up, then never speak again inyour lifetime."

These words made the two men not dare to argue. The man pointed atby Ayan tried to recall what he said back then, but he couldn't say acomplete sentence even after struggling for a long time.

Ayan had already lost all patience. He kicked him hard.

In a cold tone, he said, "It seems you don't want to speak properly.Forget it then!"

Ayan viciously kicked him a few more times, each kick causing himunbearable pain. It wasn't until Kian saw this and spoke up, "Mr.Simpson, I think that's enough.”

Ayan finally stopped, took a silent breath, straightened his suit a bit, thecoldness still present on his face. He spoke calmly, "They enjoyfantasizing, so let them have their way. Let them experience theconsequences of their imagination.”

Ayan had Kian take these two men to a friend's club. The club was aplace with both light and dark sides, where some things couldn't seethe light of day. These two men were given a drink that would causehallucinations and were then locked in a room with a dozen burly men.It was later said that these two men entered with all their limbs intact,but when they came out the next day, they had to be carried out. Theyweren't beaten, but certain details couldn't be described.

They were completely ruined.

After dealing with these two men, Ayan didn't stay long. He glancedcoldly at Austin's assistant and said to Kian, "If there are no usefulanswers after questioning him, send him directly to Campole. From thismoment on, any cooperation with Norman Group is Simpson Group'senemy. Do you understand what I mean?"

Kian nodded, "Understood."

Ayan left the villa and returned to the company, driven by his chauffeur.Kian stayed behind to handle other matters.

On the way back to the company, Ayan was somewhat worried aboutCamille, so he sent a message to Aria, asking, "How is she?"

Aria was currently out shopping with Camille, in a very good mood.Since the incident yesterday, they had bodyguards accompanyingthem, providing continuous covert protection.

So they were safe when going out.

Aria read the message and handed it to Camille, saying, "My brother isso concerned about you, afraid that I might neglect you. Sister-in-law,seeing you both like this, I can't help but want to fall in love."

Aria had been busy with work and didn't really have time for dating.However, she had recently met someone she was quite interested in.But it seemed like he didn't have any interest in her, so she naturallywouldn't fall into one-sided love.

Camille read Ayan's message and a smile appeared on his face. Hesaid, "Your brother is so verbose."

Aria replied in the same tone, and Ayan didn't reply further, probablyfeeling envious.

Camille said to Aria, "If you want to fall in love, go ahead. You'rebeautiful, independent, and talented. There must be many people wholike you. The man for you will come quickly.”

"Hopefully, I hope my true love will come soon.”

Aria was envious of her brother and Camille's relationship, especiallyrecently she felt that Ayan, her brother, was starting to show somesigns of being capable of loving someone.

Aria couldn't help but speak what was on her mind. She said,"Honestly, I can tell that my brother loves you a lot."

Camille smiled, "Did he make you say nice things about him?"

“It's my own observation."

“That's good. I trust your judgment, so I'll consider it."

The two continued strolling hand in hand, then had lunch outsidebefore returning to Maple Leaves Mansion.

Not long after they arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion, Camille receiveda friend request on his phone.