My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 903: The Show Begins

Chapter 903: The Show Begins

Ayan responded with a faint acknowledgment and glanced at Kian witha subtle expression. His tone was indifferent as he inquired, "Anyupdates from him?"

Kian shook his head, "Not yet. After leaving the apartment, he took acab to grab a meal and then wandered around for a bit. Since hedoesn't need to wait around the museum today, he seemed to beenjoying some personal time. However, I suspect he might be doingthis just to throw us off or to shake off anyone following him."

Kian wasn't entirely sure, but he couldn't think of any other reasonsbeyond this speculation.

Ayan let out a disinterested snort, his voice calm as he continued, "He'snot that clever. If he were, he wouldn't have returned to Preston's sideto work despite knowing that Preston is in trouble. He was likelyprompted by Preston, a reminder that someone is tailing him. Perhapshe's trying to confuse us."

Ayan's derisive gaze carried a hint of indifference as he spoke, hisfingers lightly tapping on the tabletop. Clad in black suit pants, his legselegantly crossed, he leaned back in the leather chair.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve graced his lips, and his voice held acold, composed tone, "If he enjoys acting clever, then let him have hisway. We'll play along and let the ones watching Quintus cooperate inhis little show. It will make him lower his guard. Right now, Preston can'treturn to Hance, but he doesn't want to let go of his partnership withCora."

Ayan's voice remained even, his gaze half-lidded as he continued, "Isuspect he'll either try to persuade or threaten Cora through Quintus, orhe'll replace a way for Quintus to personally deliver Cora to Flento. Bothmethods require them to meet Cora in person. So, why rush?"

Just wait.

Sooner or later, the moment will come. There's no need to hurry.

After all, compared to Preston, Ayan was the one feeling more urgency.Online posts questioning Preston's actions had flooded variousplatforms, easily accessible on television and smartphones withouteven needing a search.

That's exactly what Ayan wanted — Cora needed to see those doubts.Once she realizes she can't achieve her goals with Preston, she'llreevaluate her situation.

Ayan's half-narrowed eyes showed a trace of icy amusement. Hecasually reached for a cigarette, but before he could light it, Kian quietlyreminded him, "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson asked me to remind you tosmoke less.”

Ayan's hand holding the cigarette paused in midair. His eyebrowsfurrowed slightly, and he turned his cold gaze toward Kian. The scrutinylasted for several moments.

He finally asked, a hint of mockery in his tone, "What did she give youto make you so obedient to her? Hmm?"

His voice carried a clear undertone of amusement, but Kian quicklyexplained, "Nothing. Mrs. Simpson is just concerned about your well-being, so she asked me to remind you."

Ayan chuckled and didn't say anything further. He seemed to be in agood mood since he immediately extinguished the cigarette.

Taking a deep, noiseless breath, Kian mentally reminded himself thatMrs. Simpson was indeed the most formidable figure. With a singlesentence, she could command Mr. Simpson's obedience. He resolvedto be even more attentive to Camille from now on.

After Ayan extinguished the cigarette, Kian discreetly disposed of theashtray. He then spoke softly, “Mr. Simpson, there's another matter.Sean mentioned that he'd like to meet you. Should I arrange ameeting?"

Ayan declined, "No need. Have him tell you whatever he wants."

Kian nodded, "Alright, I'll reply to him."

Kian was about to leave when Ayan stopped him, "Wait."

Kian turned to face Ayan, who said, "When you meet Sean, don't beoverly aggressive. He specifically requested to see me. I'm not sure ifhe wants to negotiate or if he has something substantial to discuss. Youcan guide him and remind him that he can ask for anything as long ashe has something to offer.”

Kian understood and nodded, "Understood. I know how to handle it."Ayan gave a nonchalant "Hmm" before waving Kian off, allowing him toleave.

When Kian met with Sean, he conveyed Ayan's message accurately.Sean's face registered confusion and contemplation for a while beforehe told Kian, "I'l think about it."

Kian followed Ayan's advice, not pressuring Sean or trying to pry outmore information. Instead, he gave Sean the space and time to think.Kian didn't linger with Sean for too long. Camille had made lunch planswith Ayan, so Kian needed to book a restaurant and prepare the dishesin advance.

His thoughtful arrangement earned Camille's praise over lunch, andthis small gesture resulted in a raise from Ayan.

Given the choice, Kian would prefer to assist Camille — it was simpler,lighter, and came with a bonus.

After Camille finished lunch with Ayan, he instructed Kian, "DriveCamille back to the museum."

Once Camille entered the museum, Ayan directed Kian, "Go to theairport.”

Kian blinked, slightly puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Simpson, why go to theairport at this time?"

Ayan didn't answer directly, only saying, "Just start driving."

Kian nodded and didn't press further.

After nearly an hour's drive, they arrived at the airport. Ayan remainedin the back seat, not getting out of the car. Instead, he instructed Kian,"Go pick someone up."

Kian hesitated, then cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, who am I pickingup?"

Ayan leaned back, his brow slightly furrowed. He replied in adisinterested tone, "The flight from Flento to Hance. Check it yourself."Kian nodded and walked into the airport's arrivals hall.

When he saw who Ayan wanted him to pick up, he understood why hehad been reinstated as Ayan's driver today. Kian had usually been theone driving when Ayan dined with Camille. Even if there was work afterthe meal, Kian would take Ayan directly to the workplace, ensuringCamille's mealtime was undisturbed.

Kian was a highly professional secretary, and he immediatelysuppressed his surprise. He approached Eileen and took her luggage,saying, "Hello, Miss Khan. Mr. Simpson asked me to pick you up."Eileen's attire exuded allure, her figure was strikingly attractive. In aplace as crowded as an airport, she inevitably attracted attentionwherever she went.

However, she was wearing a mask, so she remained unrecognized.This was the first time she had appeared so conspicuously in publicsince so many things had happened.

She offered Kian a gentle smile and spoke in the same soothing tone,“Long time no see, Kian. You still look as handsome as ever. Do youhave a girlfriend now?"

In Kian's mind, Yessica's image briefly appeared. A hint of tendernessflashed through his eyes, but he replied with a faint smile, "Miss Khan,you're teasing me."

Eileen wasn't particularly interested in Kian's situation and onlyexchanged a few casual greetings.

She didn't jest with Kian but instead turned to him and asked, "Where'sAyan?"

"He's waiting in the car, Miss Khan."

Kian pushed the luggage cart, leading Eileen toward the parking lot.Kian couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and astonishment deepdown. Why had Eileen suddenly returned? He knew about Eileen'ssituation in Flento , and he was aware that she had gone to replacePreston. So why had she come back to Hance now?

The confusion in Kian's mind was growing, but he decided to put a stopto his thoughts and not dwell on it any further.

When they reached the parking spot, he opened the rear door forEileen, then quietly informed Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Khan hasarrived.”

Ayan opened his eyes, his gaze remaining unchanging as he shifted ittoward Eileen. She offered a gentle smile, her voice retaining itssoftness, "Ayan, it's been a while. Are you doing well?"

Ayan's expression remained subdued, devoid of any obvious emotion.His tone was almost emotionless as he responded, "Get in the car."Eileen sat in the car, taking a seat next to Ayan in the back. Theymaintained a comfortable distance, yet the fragrance of her perfumeenveloped the car. Ayan's expression darkened as he wrinkled hisbrows, a veil of darkness settling over his otherwise handsome face.Observing this through the rearview mirror, Kian's lips curved slightly.