My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 936 Cunning

Chapter 936 Cunning

"Don't worry, it won't affect our collaboration. She had otherarrangements, so she left early,” he said casually.

"Oh, I see. Then we'll have to invite her for dinner another time. I hopeMiss Reid won't be upset," Molly expressed her concern, her headlowered as she continued to sip her soup, while the man's gazeremained fixed on her, unblinking.

Molly seemed quite content with the meal, even having an extra bowl ofsoup. In contrast, Preston ate very little, not even finishing half a bow!of salad.

Then they left the restaurant. Molly still asked, "Brother, is it that thefood didn't suit your taste? I noticed you didn't eat much. Should Iaccompany you to eat something else?"

Preston's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze warm but tinged withannoyance. His response lacked warmth or patience, and he said,"Can you even eat more?"

Considering she had just consumed a bowl of noodles, two bowls ofsoup, and all those dishes.

Preston's words caught Molly off guard, freezing her expression. Shestopped in her tracks, looking at Preston in disbelief.

In a low voice, she asked, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"Preston, feeling annoyed and not in the mood to placate Molly, didn'thesitate to express his frustration. "Molly, you're going to be a mothersoon. Can you stop acting like a little girl? Don't you think your behavioris irritating? I already have a lot on my plate due to work. Can't you giveme some personal space?"

"So you replace me annoying?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

“But I'm just concerned about you!"

"Do you think I need that kind of concern? I need to achieve somethingto gain recognition from the Walker family. Can't you stop hinderingme?"

Preston's tone was harsh, showing no awareness of Molly's pregnancy,nor did he consider her being a woman warranted any leniency. Hecontinued coldly, "I have things to deal with, so arrange for someone topick you up.”

Having said that, he turned and headed straight for the parking garage,not even slowing down.

Molly watched him leave until he disappeared from her view. Finally,she shifted her gaze away and hailed a taxi back to her apartment.She packed up her belongings in Preston's apartment, though therewasn't much to pack. It would all fit in a suitcase. She had previouslymoved some items over, but they were things she didn't need andhadn't wanted from the start. Therefore, there was no need to takethem with her.

After tidying up, she pulled her luggage and left the apartment, leavingthe keys in the entrance area.

Molly didn't return to the Walker family; instead, she stayed at a hotelunder the Walker Group. She needed to calm down, to stay rational,and to regain her composure as quickly as possible. Only when shewas calm could she avoid being influenced by others.

For Preston, Molly moving out of the apartment was a petty squabble.He believed that once he found Zoie, he could smooth things over withMolly, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

However, Zoie had vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporatedfrom existence.

Time passed, and the next day arrived. Luke and Naomi were alreadyon their way to the airport. Molly calculated the boarding time and, onceshe received confirmation that both of them were on the plane, she leftthe hotel by taxi.

As for where she was headed, only she knew.

Around 10 in the morning, various major media outlets and onlineforums in Flento City suddenly experienced a hacker intrusion. Thewhole process lasted only two to three minutes before returning tonormal, but it left behind numerous photos and videos. While the girl'sface was obscured, it was clear who the man was in those intimatephotos.

The videos contained conversations with keywords such as "Preston,""Molly," and "the Walker family."

These keywords instantly became hot topics among Flento netizens.The heat that had just subsided was reignited.

"Oh my goodness, what on earth did I just see?"

"Isn't that Preston?"

"Did you notice that the voice of the female protagonist in the video isexactly the same as the girl who clarified things the other night?"

Since there was a replay of the livestream, keen-eyed netizens initiatedcomparisons. By comparing the contents of the livestream replay withthe present video, they confirmed that the voices matched.

Just when they were muddled at home, uncertain if Preston wasactually cheating on his fiancee, a newly registered forum accountposted a five-minute audio clip.

It was a woman's voice, saying, "I am the third party in Mr. and MissWalker's affair. Initially, I didn't know Mr. Walker and Miss Walker werein a romantic relationship. I was genuinely fond of him when I gottogether with him. But I later realized Mr. Walker wasn't with mebecause he liked me. Instead, he saw me as a substitute for thewoman he yearned for deep in his heart. I was merely a stand-in. Evenin our most intimate moments, he called out the name of that woman.""However, I lost my rationality because of my love for him. I lost myself.The reason I responded the other night was because Mr. Walker toldme everything was a misunderstanding and that he would explaineverything after I clarified it. Out of love for him, I cooperated. But Ifound out that I was a fool. Due to my negligence, I caused harm toMiss Walker. I'm willing to apologize to her and accept anypunishment.”

The woman's voice was sincere, with no evasion, and she didn'tabsolve herself of responsibility because she was deceived. Sheclaimed that if she made a mistake, she owned up to it. She recognizedthat if she caused harm to someone else, she needed to apologize andaccept punishment.

This audio clip fully confirmed Preston's betrayal of Molly. At the sametime, sharp netizens began to connect the dots regarding the identity ofthe audios owner. They discovered where she had been staying inFlento, though she had already left the city. It was also revealed thatPreston had visited her hotel twice in one day.

The first time was before dawn, and the second time was in theafternoon. What did that imply?

These netizens seemed to have unearthed something unimaginable,and major gossip anchors and media outlets all posted threads toattract attention. This led to a deluge of comments from netizens.Preston, Molly, and Zoie's identities were all thrust into the spotlight.Photos of Zoie were posted online. She was beautiful, and shementioned in her recording that she looked quite similar to Preston'slove in his heart. Keen-eyed netizens quickly noticed a resemblancebetween her and Camille, Ayan's wife from Simpson Group.

However, Camille had a gentler, more exquisite appearance, with amore dimensional presence.

With this lead, netizens couldn't resist going to Simpson Group's officialwebsite to ask questions. It was also uncovered that Camille hadknown Preston and even partnered with him to start a company.Preston had exited the company and Hance City due to incidentsinvolving Simpson Group's project.

As they delved deeper into Preston's affairs, they were more and moreshocked by what they uncovered.

Especially when it came to Preston changing his name and returning toHance City to collaborate with Simpson Group, they discovered thateven his secretary, also his cousin Sean, had issued a statementblaming Preston.

"Oh my heavens, what kind of person is this Mr. Walker? Why am Ifeeling a bit scared?"

"He's so cunning, isn't he?"

"He's truly scheming. Someone save me. I genuinely advise all girls toquickly distance themselves from this kind of man."

When Preston received a call from his assistant, he was in hisapartment, hesitating about whether to visit Hance at that moment.However, after his assistant informed him of the current situation, hisexpression turned sinister. His usually dark eyes were filled with an icychill. He opened his phone's browser, and as soon as he typed hisname, an overwhelming flood of news articles appeared. They were alldirected at him, stirring up things he had barely managed to suppress.Clutching his phone tightly, he absentmindedly picked up a water glassfrom the coffee table and threw it at the TV.

His face looked unsightly, his eyes were cold, and he repeated tohimself over and over, "Who is it?"