My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 959: Hit And Run

Chapter 959: Hit and Run

Preston fell silent and abruptly hung up the phone.

On the insurance company's side, they were relentless with theirquestions, not giving him any room to breathe. After several calls,Preston could only yield.

The assistant called Kian to inform him, "Preston has transferred thecompensation for the damages directly to the insurance company. Itshould be transferred to us shortly.”

Kian nodded and glanced at Ayan. Ayan said, "Donate this money, thenhave the official account post about this incident. No need to mentionnames; curious netizens will investigate themselves."

Following Ayan's instructions, the assistant quickly took action, and thecall ended.

After the call, Kian expressed his concern, "Mr. Simpson, won't thispush Preston to the edge?"

"What do you think he can do if he's pushed to the edge? He's currentlyusing this identity and face in Hance City, and he can hardly move aninch. If he dares to take action, wouldn't it be better for him to just endme directly?" Ayan replied.

Ayan had been worried before, especially about the possibility ofPreston drawing on connections from the Walkers or involving Camilleand Timmy in this. That's why he had arranged for protection behindthe scenes.

However, after his own accident, he seemed to have realizedsomething. What Preston wanted was not their lives. What could bemore devastating than being dragged down from the pinnacle andthrown into the mud? For someone like Ayan, that was the mostexcruciating punishment.

But did Preston have the capability for that?

Simpson Group followed Ayan's instructions and posted on their officialaccount. Preston naturally saw it, and his face twisted with displeasure.He muttered, "Bastard."

Clutching his phone tightly, Preston's emotions were getting out ofcontrol. His expression turned particularly sinister, and he entered aseries of numbers to make a call. When the call was answered, hisvoice was cold and emotionless, "Why haven't you made anyprogress? At this rate, when will you make Ayan pay attention to you?"Preston's voice was filled with dissatisfaction and anger, especiallyafter seeing the posts on Simpson Group's official account. He was in afoul mood and wanted Ayan to pay some price. Otherwise, he couldn'taccept this situation where Ayan was becoming increasingly dominant.His words put immense pressure on Eileen on the other end of the line.She responded hesitantly, "I want him to agree to my request, but he'sasking for sincerity. Without sincerity, he won't agree. What should Ido?"

Preston's face remained cold as he asked, "What does he mean bysincerity? He wants to know what our intentions are?"

"Yes, apart from that, I don't have anything worth knowing," Eileenreplied nonchalantly.

Preston snorted, his voice devoid of warmth, "You said Ayan valuesyou. How is it that you still haven't resolved this little matter?"

“I don't think he values me anymore. After everything that hashappened, do you think he still cares about me?" Eileen asked.

"So, you're useless to Ayan now?" Preston inquired.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm useless now, so whybother making this call?" Eileen's tone didn't improve, and herexpression soured further due to Preston's words. In a place wherePreston couldn't see, she rolled her eyes and her tone turned evenmore sarcastic as she continued, "You think I'm worthless to Ayan too,but what about you? Aren't you supposed to be a longtime friend ofCamille's? Yet, Camille doesn't seem inclined to help you in any way,so who between us is truly useless?"

Eileen knew about Preston's feelings for Camille and how Camille hadbeen cold towards him. Preston had even tried calling Camille in herpresence, but Camille's attitude had been extremely indifferent, almostdismissive.

Now, she used Camille's attitude to confront Preston. It was as if shehad slapped him across the face. Following her remark, Prestonseemed to be slapped hard, and he asked coldly, "What do you meanby that? Are you planning to leave me and go to Ayan?"

"I didn't say that. You were the one who said I'm useless," Eileenreplied calmly.

Preston continued, "I hope you can come up with a solution. Ayan isgetting too arrogant now, which violates our agreement. It will harm ourfuture prospects. Do you want us to be powerless against Ayan?"

"I didn't think that way; these are all your assumptions,” Eileen replied,feeling genuinely exhausted. Especially now, when she had nothingleft. Before Preston came into the picture, her career had been thriving,progressing exceptionally well. But since Preston's arrival, everythingseemed to be on a downward spiral. It was becoming increasinglychallenging for her to avoid deep contemplation about her situation.Facing Preston, she couldn't directly reveal her thoughts. She simplysaid, "Your point is understood, but I hope you can understand mysituation. I want to convince Ayan as soon as possible, but the decisionis in his hands. What can I do?"

Preston fell silent briefly and then spoke calmly, "Methods can be rigid,but people are not." Then Preston's proposal made Eileen's face stiffenwith concern. She asked, "Is this feasible?"

"What's not feasible about it? At this point, it's the best course of action.Only by doing this can Ayan agree to your request, and only by doingthis can we further our goals.”

"But will he come?" Eileen inquired.

"He doesn't have to come, but you can go to him," Preston suggested.Eileen fell silent, her expression turning cold and distant, her eyesreflecting a tense determination.

She pressed her lips tightly, refraining from speaking, effectivelyaccepting Preston's proposal.

Taking a silent deep breath, Preston's voice filled the air again. He said,“I'l have someone deliver it to you discreetly. This way, it won't raiseany suspicions. By the time Ayan becomes suspicious after theincident, it'll be too late.”

"Alright."

Preston acted swiftly, and that very afternoon, someone delivered thepackage to Eileen.

Holding the small bundle in her hands, Eileen's face wore a graveexpression. She could feel her hands trembling uncontrollably, but atthis point, it seemed she had no other option.

As long as Ayan agreed to her conditions, her career would rise oncemore. When that happened, she wouldn't have to carry out any ofPreston's assignments. The control would be back in her hands.

As she thought about the possibilities, she clenched her fists tightly.Her determination grew stronger. It felt as though she had summonedall her strength, and she quickly picked up her phone to call Ayan.However, there was no answer.

Eileen didn't give up and immediately called Kian. Unfortunately, Kian'sresponse was, "I'm sorry, Miss Khan, but Mr. Simpson is currently busyand unavailable to answer your call. I will pass on your message whenhe's available."

Eileen hurriedly asked, "Can I go to Simpson Group and wait?"