My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 881: Not Right

Chapter 881: Not Right

"Mr. Walker, it's me, Cora. Can we meet up?" The woman's hollowvoice echoed in Preston's ear.

Preston narrowed his eyes, and his expression turned cold instantly. Hecalmly said, "Mrs. Norman, are you mistaking me for someone else?My name is Baxter, not the Mr. Walker you mentioned."

"Don't pretend you don't recognize me, Mr. Walker. Since I can call you,it means I already know your true identity. Is there a need to be sosecretive?" Cora chuckled lightly, but her voice remained eerily hollow,as if she was making the call in a vast and echoing place.

After her words, Preston's expression grew more serious and somber.She had mentioned it this far, so Preston stopped beating around thebush. With a cold tone, he asked, "Just say what you want straight up!"Cora smiled faintly, "Mr. Walker, I want to make a deal with you. Howabout it?"

"What makes you think you have anything to offer in a deal? As far as Iknow, you've been held captive by Ayan for so long that even Austincouldn't replace you. It's hard for me not to suspect if you were sent hereby Ayan to fish for information," Preston replied with a hint ofcasualness in his voice, but there was no trace of joking in his meaning.He was on guard with every word he spoke to Cora, especially sinceshe had been hidden by Ayan for so long. How could she suddenlycontact him? He couldn't understand why Cora wanted to get in touchwith him. There had been little interaction between them, and logically,if she wanted to contact anyone, it should be Austin, even if he wasfacing difficulties of his own. There was no reason for her to reach outto him.

These unanswered questions only increased Preston's warinesstowards Cora.

Her doubt didn't stop Cora. She proceeded to provoke him, “Is Mr.Walker afraid of Ayan? Is that why you are so cautious around him?"Preston disliked being compared to Ayan, especially when people felthe was inferior. It was like touching his sore spot.

He let out a cold snort, his voice filled with iciness, "Huh, what's Ayan?If he really had the ability, would he still be fooled by me until now?"Cora smiled lightly, “If that's the case, then why worry about me beingsent by him? Mr. Walker, let's make a deal. It's a win-win business, andyou won't lose. Interested?"

Preston liked hearing others praise him, not just simple compliments,but comparing him to Ayan.

What did he care if Ayan was stronger?

So far, Ayan hadn't been able to outmaneuver him.

Preston's thoughts had always been this way, and he never intended tohide it from anyone.

He didn't immediately agree to Cora's proposal but asked nonchalantly,"What kind of deal?"

“No hurry. Let's meet in person when you have time. True deals can'tbe discussed over the phone. I don't feel at ease unless we talk face-to-face," Cora's voice lacked much emotion, but if you listened closely,you could sense some trembling in her words.

However, she was trying her best to appear composed as shecontinued, "Mr. Walker, the matter involves Camille and Ayan. I canonly tell you this much for now. If you're not interested, consider thiscall never happened. If you're intrigued, it's best to meet me within twodays. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't collaborate withsomeone else.”

Mentioning Camille and Ayan piqued Preston's interest.

Preston asked in a calm tone, "Why is it involved them?"

“That's something I can only tell you in person,” Cora refused to revealher purpose over the phone and didn't want to share what she knewabout Ayan directly with Preston.

Preston didn't deny being curious about her words, but he didn't think itnecessary to make a special trip from Flento to Hance for something hedidn't know. After all, he still had unresolved matters to deal with, andhe didn't want to waste any extra time on other things.

But the mention of Ayan made him unable to resist his curiosity.

After a moment of contemplation, he said indifferently, “I'm not in Hanceat the moment. If you insist on meeting me to talk, then come toFlento."

Cora immediately refused, "I can't go to Flento."

Her response seemed a bit too eager, arousing suspicion in Preston'smind.

Preston asked, "What do you mean, Mrs. Norman? Don't want to workwith me anymore?"

Cora said, "Of course, I want to. Why else would I call you? I believeMr. Walker knows that I've been in Ayan's hands without any news forso long. Now that I can call you freely, you can guess what it means.So I can't leave Hance. If I try to go to Flento, Ayan will catch me beforeI even get there."

Cora had slipped out this afternoon. She had been waiting for this dayfor a long time, and getting out of the mental hospital had come at agreat cost.

Thinking of those difficult days, she felt intense hatred towards Ayan.She loved this man, but he was heartless. He was willing to ruin her,leaving Cora with no way to endure it.

She told Preston, “If Mr. Walker can't come back to Hance for now,could you please arrange a place for me to stay? I won't let you lose. Iknow things that will definitely satisfy you."

Finally, Preston agreed to Cora's request. He had his secretary,Quintus, contact Cora. If there was anything, she could reach out toQuintus temporarily.

After finishing the call with Cora, Preston felt uneasy and had Quintusinquire about the current situation in Hance.

But Quintus couldn't get close to Ayan, so there was no way to replace outwhat Ayan was up to.

Preston hesitated for a while before deciding to call Camille himself.They hadn't been in contact for a long time. The last time they met wasat the museum before Camille went to Flento. Since then, they had nocommunication at all.

So this phone call was their first contact in a long time.

Camille answered after a long time, and her voice sounded somewhatdistant, "Hello? What's the matter?"

Her tone was too cold, making Preston's gaze slightly stiff.

Preston furrowed his brow, his voice hoarse as he said, "Cami, is it agood time to talk? I want to discuss something with you."

Camille replied calmly, "Go ahead, what is it?"

Preston's frown deepened, and he said, "Cami, I can't help but feelsomething is off from your voice. Are you not in a good mood?"

In a soft tone, Preston was trying to probe for information about Ayanfrom Camille's words.

But Camille had always been tight-lipped. If she didn't want to saysomething, it was almost impossible to get her to talk.

Camille replied indifferently, “Nothing's wrong. Just tell me what youwant. If you have nothing to say, then I'll hang up. It's late, and I need torest.”

Every word Camille said felt distant to Preston. Even though she hadbeen like this for a long time, he still couldn't get used to it. So everytime they spoke like this, Preston would become agitated.

He asked Camille, "Cami, you didn't use to be like this to me. Why areyou always like this now? Does Ayan not allow you to continue beingfriends with me? He doesn't truly love you. If he really cared for you, hewould want you to be happy and carefree, not control every aspect ofyour life like he does now, Cami!!!"

“Is that all you wanted to say? If you called to talk about theseirrelevant topics, then I won't answer your calls again next time. Sowhat do you want from me?" Camille made it clear that she didn't wantPreston to say anything negative about Ayan.