My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 946: Lowering

Chapter 946: Lowering

"Mr. Walker, you're perhaps being overly concerned. This hotel isn't justfor Mr. Walker, right? Is it necessary to put Mr. Walker's name on it?""You..."

"Mr. Walker, please leave. This is my room. Now that you've taken theliberty to open the door with the key, I can call the police. Or are younot afraid of me calling the police?"

Kian finished speaking and turned to Ayan on the phone, his voicegentle. "Mr. Simpson, should we inform the police to come and take Mr.Walker to the police station, or should I call our people to take Mr.Walker to the police station right now?"

Preston's face turned extremely unpleasant. He said coldly, "Kian, youdon't have the authority to talk to me. Give me your phone. I want totalk to Ayan in person.”

“I'm sorry, you don't have the authority to speak directly to Mr. Simpson.If you have something to say, just say it!"

“Is this Ayan's decision? Or is Ayan afraid of me? So, he doesn't dare totalk to me?" Preston used this tactic to provoke Ayan, hoping to get himon the phone.

But Kian responded calmly, "Mr. Walker, your time is running out. If youdon't leave my room, I'll really call the police."

Preston's face stiffened, and he gave Kian a hard look before leaving.The door slammed shut with a bang. Only then did Kian lift his phoneand speak in a hushed tone, "Mr. Simpson, what do we do now?Preston knows we're watching him."

“Let him know," not knowing would make him appear too foolish. It wasjust that once Preston knew, he'd definitely be more cautious. After all,he had been back for two or three days already and still hadn't shownany intention of meeting Cora.

Cora had vanished without a trace, and this couldn't go on forever.

If Preston had caught on, there was no need to keep watching overtly,but that didn't mean someone wasn't observing covertly.

On the evening Preston discovered Kian in the hotel room, Ayan wasdriving back alone to Franklin Bay. As he approached a corner nearFranklin Bay, a van suddenly sped toward him from the oppositedirection.

The glaring headlights pierced Ayan's eyes, causing him to squint andfurrow his brows. He kept his gaze fixed on the approaching vehicle,gripping the steering wheel tightly. The van's presence occupied aportion of the road, so Ayan had to steer towards the green belt toavoid a collision. The car ended up hitting the steps of the sidewalk.The van came to a stop as well. The door swung open, and a manemerged from the vehicle. He walked directly to the front of Ayan's car,blocking his path.

Ayan stared at the man leaning against the car's hood, a hint ofcoldness in his eyes. He remained composed, reaching for a cigarettefrom the center console, lighting it. He rolled down the window, took adrag, and casually looked at the man before him.

The two locked eyes for a considerable while. Only then did Ayan pushopen the car door, his gaze icy as he scanned the man before the car,"Addicted to staging accidents now, are you?"

Ayan's words were dripping with sarcasm, causing Preston'sexpression to freeze in an instant.

Faced with Ayan, no matter what he did, Ayan always remained calmand unaffected. But in contrast, he was often influenced by Ayan.

This deeply annoyed Preston. His gaze at Ayan turned especially icy,his eyes seemingly filled with countless cold arrows. He looked at Ayanand said coldly, "Ayan, what are you pretending for? Now that you'vedone so much, shouldn't you be the one setting up accidents?"

Ayan merely smiled faintly, his gaze perpetually carrying a mild,unconcerned expression. His eyes held a hint of mocking and hishandsome face seemed to reflect a sense of disdain towards Preston.Looking at that face, Preston felt increasingly annoyed.

But the more he disliked it, the better Ayan's mood seemed to be.Indeed, as Preston seemed on the verge of being driven mad, Ayan'smood visibly brightened. A slight smile tugged at the corner of hismouth. Raising an eyebrow, he said in an indifferent tone, "When itcomes to acting, you surely can't compare to me. After all, you'vecaused so much harm and yet still maintain the facade of innocence.Tsk! Honestly, Preston, why not switch careers and become an actor? Ifyou really become an actor, Simpson Group will be the first to sign you.With your acting skills, I'm confident I can turn you into a movie star.How about it?"

Every word Ayan uttered in this remark was a jab, mockery drippingfrom each word. He was ruthlessly stomping on Preston's self-esteem,leaving no room for dignity.

Fortunately, it was just Ayan and Preston in this moment. Otherwise,wouldn't Preston have wanted to tear Ayan to pieces?

Ayan didn't give him an ounce of respect, slapping his pride with everyword. How could Preston bear it?

Rushing forward, he grabbed Ayan's collar tightly and clenched his fist,seemingly ready to strike Ayan's face.

Of course, that fist wouldn't actually fall. After all, who was Ayan? Hewas the president of the Simpson Group, a member of the Simpsonfamily, and a pinnacle figure in Hance. How could he allow someoneelse to lay a finger on him, especially someone like Preston? That waseven more unthinkable.

Preston rushed forward, grabbed his clothes, and raised his fist, butthroughout it, Ayan didn't flinch at all. He didn't even blink his eyes. Hedidn't regard Preston with any seriousness; how could he be affectedby what Preston did?

As Preston raised his fist, Ayan simply raised an eyebrow lightly, a fainthint of a smile dancing on his lips. In a light tone, he said, "Preston, Iadvise you to let go of my clothes and keep a distance from me.Otherwise, I could send you to prison and make sure you never comeout again. So, do you want to bet with me?"

Hearing this, Preston couldn't possibly land that punch.

His eyes glared icily at Ayan, and his hand that had grabbed Ayan'sclothes tightened. If the object in his grasp was glass, it probablywould've shattered due to his excessive force.

In the end, Preston let go of his grip and instinctively stepped back fromAyan, maintaining a distance. Ayan remained indifferent, devoid of anyemotion. He regarded Preston with indifference and said, "What areyou trying to achieve with all this? Why don't you just bestraightforward? Don't beat around the bush or engage in actions thatmake you unrespectable.”

Preston snorted lightly, unyielding. "Why the rush? The game is just on.The best part is yet to come. Are you worried already? Hah, isn't that abit too early?"

Preston's smile carried an eerie chill, particularly in his eyes. Theyalways gave off the impression that his scheming mind was far tooheavy.

Ayan didn't want to waste words with him. Indifferently, he asked, "Ifthat's the case, what's the point of everything you're doing now? Areyou going mad?"