My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 932: Self-Destruction

Chapter 932: Self-Destruction

"I share your thoughts, but I'm afraid to voice them out of fear of gettingganged up on."

"To be honest, I have the same thoughts. It just feels odd. This doesn'tseem like a live broadcast stating facts. It's more like a broadcast setup to explain things for Mr. Walker."

“Let's leave it. They won't answer our questions anyway. Let's go!"With no one paying attention to these negative responses, a smallportion of people didn't want to say much more. They left a comment,"Facts are still facts. Lies will eventually be exposed. We'll wait for themoment when the truth is revealed.”

The live broadcast lasted for twenty minutes and concluded. Ayan hadwatched it from beginning to end.

He scrolled through the barrage of comments from the live stream,observing both the positive and negative remarks. After the broadcastended, he closed his laptop. His handsome face bore a hint of coldindifference. It was hard to discern what he was thinking, but one thingwas certain — he wasn't in a terrible mood.

Ayan sat at his desk without making a sound for quite some time.Outside, it had already grown dark, and the soundproofing in the studywas excellent. Without the noise from the live stream, only a quietstillness remained, occasionally interrupted by faint breathing sounds.Ayan savored this tranquility. In this serene atmosphere, he couldcalmly reflect on his thoughts and feelings.

Time passed without his notice, until the sudden ringtone of his phonedisrupted the silence. He snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting tothe phone on the desk. It was Kian calling.

He picked up the phone and answered, not bothering to hold it since hewas already using speakerphone.

Kian's voice came from the other end, "Mr. Simpson, Quintus and Corahave fled."

"So, where are they?"

"Quintus lured us away, but we've detained him. Cora, however, hasdisappeared.” Kian's voice was subdued, as if ime had stopped in thatmoment. The silence after he finished speaking was absolute, devoid ofany noise. Kian could imagine how unpleasant his boss's expressionmust have been at that moment.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Simpson, I'vebrought Quintus back now. Would you like to personally ask him?""Would he talk if I asked?" Ayan sneered, his voice chilling. "How didthey do it?"

"Quintus left the hotel with a woman, dressed in Cora's clothes. Theyleft the hotel cautiously and took a taxi. I thought he was planning torun away with Cora, so I followed them. But when we reached thestation, I realized the woman wasn't Cora. By the time I went back tothe hotel, Cora was already gone. I've started investigating thesurveillance footage of their movements, but so far, there's been noprogress. Cora did leave the hotel after our people followed Quintusaway, but I don't know where she went."

Kian gave Ayan a detailed account of the situation on his end. He wasfeeling very guilty at this point. Failing to handle such a small matterproperly made him think he might as well pack his bags and return tohis hometown. He felt undeserving of continuing to work with Ayan.Ayan didn't react to Kian's report, maintaining his cold demeanor as hespoke, "She obtained fake documentation. She won't be able to passthrough airport or train station security. Arrange for someone to checkthe nearby coach stations immediately.”

"Alright, I'll do that. And what about Quintus?"

“Bring him back and take him to the other place. I'm heading over therenow."

Ayan referred to the villa where Sean and Cora had been held captivebefore. It was secluded and relatively hidden. Although it was in aresidential area, it wasn't crowded or chaotic, making it convenient forsuch matters.

With his instructions given, Ayan stood up from his chair. As he openedthe door and walked out, he addressed Kian, "You'd better hope she'sstill in Hance. If she's truly gone to Flento and encounters Preston,Kian, you and your arranged men might as well quit your jobs!"

Kian said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Simpson."

“I don't need your apologies.”

“I understand, Mr. Simpson. Rest assured, I'll do everything I can tolocate Cora."

Ayan didn't respond to Kian's assurance and simply hung up the call.His face turned as cold as ice. He walked quickly downstairs, and justas he entered the living room, Camille came in with Timmy. She sawAyan's frosty expression, his brows furrowed tightly, and a profoundchill in his deep eyes.

Their gazes locked onto each other. Camille raised an eyebrow,concerned. "What's wrong?"

Ayan's expression softened slightly, his voice low and rough. "I need togo out for a bit. I might be late coming back. You should rest first,alright?"

"Sure." Camille nodded gently, handing Timmy over to the nanny beforeasking, "Where are you going? Is something wrong?"

He reached out and lightly pinched Camille's cheek, his voice gentle ashe replied, "Just a small matter that needs my attention. Kian is busy,so I'll handle it myself."

Camille nodded in understanding and didn't press for more information.She simply advised, "Be safe and come back soon."

Ayan nodded, "I will."

With that, he turned and strode out.

As the sound of the car engine faded into the distance, Camille headedupstairs.

Though it wasn't late, the night had already fallen, and the neon lightsilluminated the streets of Hance City. Ayan drove, his face tense, hisbrows knit tightly. He seemed like a string ready to snap at anymoment.

His speed increased gradually. What should have been an hour-longdrive took him only forty minutes.

When the car came to a stop, the bodyguards at the villa opened thedoor for him. Ayan got out of the car and entered the villa.

Inside the villa's living room, two bodyguards held Quintus in place, notallowing him to move. Upon seeing Ayan's entrance, Quintus didn'tappear surprised. Instead, he seemed remarkably composed. "Mr.Simpson, what does this mean? Are you planning to detain meillegally?"

Ayan's expression remained cold, his eyes chillingly fixed on Quintus.He didn't speak immediately but instead walked over to the couch andsat down.

As Quintus observed Ayan's demeanor, his own expression grewincreasingly solemn. The more composed and silent Ayan appeared,the more panicked and flustered Quintus became. He couldn't help butspeculate about Ayan's thoughts.

Their gazes collided, and Quintus was undoubtedly the first to lookaway.

Ayan's cold and indifferent gaze swept over Quintus, and his voice,equally detached, slowly resounded, "I heard you were born to yourparents in their later years? They must be over sixty now, right?"Quintus’ face instantly stiffened upon hearing this. He lookedincredulously at Ayan before him, his voice slightly agitated, "What areyou planning?"

"Planning? I'm not planning anything. What could I even do?" Ayan'slips curled into a cold smile, his tone filled with a chilling edge. "It's justthat if your parents knew you've turned into this, following someone youshouldn't, you'd essentially be ruining your own future. Would yourparents be angry and heartbroken?"

Quintus's expression stiffened upon hearing this, his face an oddmixture of disbelief and distress. He tightly pressed his lips together, hismind involuntarily conjuring images of his parents and theirexpectations. Though they were old, they had put in a lot of effort,money, and hopes to raise him and send him to college.

What if they knew that he had become someone who idled around likea loser? How would they feel?

In Quintus's heart, his parents were his anchor, the most importantpeople to him.

So, he couldn't bear to let his parents down, to make them sad orworried. His eyes went vacant as he lost himself in thought.

During this pause, Ayan didn't speak. He simply watched Quintus witha faintly narrowed gaze, his expression indifferent. This continued forabout half a minute before Quintus finally spoke again.

Quintus's voice was low as he said, "What do you want to know?"Ayan's gaze remained cold and detached as he looked at him. "Tell me,what do you know?"

Quintus hesitated for a few seconds before slowly responding, "Mr.Walker didn't tell me much. He only asked me to stay at a hotel withCora and put on a little show with the hotel staff."

"So, where is Cora now?" Ayan's eyes were shrouded in a chillingcoldness, and his deep eyes seemed as profound and silent as anancient abyss.