My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 981: Deadlock

Chapter 981: Deadlock

Ayan squinted his eyes, gazing out of the window with indifference. Hisvoice remained dispassionate as he said, "Let's see how he handles it.If he doesn't adjust his attitude, Simpson Group will withdraw from thisproject completely, and we won't need to cooperate with him again.”Kian nodded lightly, "Do you think Mr. Bell will really take your warningto heart? Won't he worry that after he offends Mr. Mikkola, you mightalso ignore him?"

His face remained cold, and his voice was as cool as water, "Thatdepends on whether he has any basic trust in me."

If Mr. Bell couldn't understand, then he would continue to be threatenedby Mr. Mikkola, after all, the choice was in his hands.

It was getting late, and Ayan pushed the door open and got out of thecar. He gave Kian a gentle reminder, "If Mr. Bell contacts you, makesure he shows sincerity."

"Alright," Kian replied softly.

Ayan headed towards the entrance of the building, and Kian revved theengine, making a U-turn to leave Maple Leaves Mansion.

That night, the online world was buzzing with gossip. Those keyboardwarriors who loved drama hastily issued apologies and pinned them tothe top of their posts.

However, some were still fearful, while others remained unafraid.Those who refused to apologize were adamant, “I don't believeSimpson Group is innocent. I don't believe that all of this has nothing todo with Simpson Group. They're just trying to confuse us with this stunt.They want us to shut up, and then Simpson Group can get away witheverything."

These resolute non-apologists were prepared to confront SimpsonGroup, but sometimes, confrontation came with costs. If they lacked themeans and money, then this kind of confrontation would lead to theirown demise.

However, most people immediately apologized and claimed they werejust venting, with no evidence in their possession.

These were the typical “talk but won't walk the talk" type of people.While the online world was in turmoil, the atmosphere in a certainluxury hotel suite was also heated.

Mr. Bell was smoking, his face extremely grim as he stood in front ofthe floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. His phone on the coffeetable kept ringing incessantly, but he showed no intention of answering.Mrs. Bell glanced at the notes on the phone screen from the corner ofher eye, her expression subtly tense. She spoke in a cold, detachedtone, “You should answer the phone first."

Mr. Bell showed no sign of moving or any intention to answer.

Mrs. Bell's voice remained calm, "Not answering the phone won't solveanything. If she's in a hurry or does something you wouldn't want tosee, that wouldn't be good, right?"

Mr. Bell hesitated briefly, then extinguished his cigarette and picked upthe phone to answer.

On the other end, an anxious female voice spoke, "Why did it take youso long to answer my call? Is the situation on the internet still notresolved? Could it be related to you? I'm worried about you. WillSimpson Group cause trouble for you? You can't afford any problems,or what will happen to me and the baby?"

The woman's voice sounded gentle, but in moments of impatience,even gentle individuals paid no attention to their tone.

Mrs. Bell listened attentively to their conversation, not missing a word.Her expression grew even colder as she waited, anticipating what Mr.Bell would say next.

Mr. Bell placed the phone down after the call and sat in the empty seatopposite Mrs. Bell. Their gazes met, and his expression remained icy.He asked, "Is this Ayan's decision, or is it Camille acting on her own?"“They are married, so what's the difference?" Mrs. Bell asked with ahint of indifference.

Mr. Bell, however, remained unconvinced. He said, "If it's Ayan'sdecision, then I would definitely do it because that's what Ayan wants.But now, it's only Camille who's saying it. That doesn't mean it's Ayan'schoice, right?"

"Why do you just not understand what I mean? They are a marriedcouple, Camille's thoughts are Ayan's thoughts, what's the difference?"Mrs. Bell's tone grew colder as she looked at Mr. Bell. "Actually, I havenothing to do with everything that's happening now. I just don't wanteverything we've built together to end up with nothing. As for what youdecide, it's your business, and it has nothing to do with me."

Having said her piece, Mrs. Bell stood up from the sofa and looked atMr. Bell with a faint, distant gaze. "I've said everything I needed to say.What you do next is up to you."

Mrs. Bell left the room. She had come to see him after her conversationwith Camille, simply because she didn't want him to sink even deeper.In truth, Mrs. Bell agreed with what Camille had said to her. Sheunderstood very well that in this world, the person who could truly helpyou was yourself.

If you weren't willing to help yourself, how could you expect others tohelp you?

As for whether Mr. Bell had taken her words to heart, she no longercared. After returning to her room, she immediately booked the nearestflight back to her home country. Once she had taken care of herpersonal matters, she intended to settle down in Hance for a while.She liked Hance very much, especially since she had met Camille.Despite the significant age difference, she found Camille to be a girlworth befriending.

Mr. Bell was unaware of what she was planning to do. After all, she hadno intention of telling him.

The unrest of this night was inevitable. Both individuals and media werebusy issuing apologies and crafting statements. Some were trying todistance themselves. However, could this kind of busyness reallyabsolve them of responsibility for what they had said?

The answer was, of course, no.

Don't think that just because it's on the internet, you can say and doanything without consequences. The internet also has a memory, andSimpson Group had collected enough evidence to shut up those whohad spoken recklessly. Some with weaker nerves might even decide toquit the internet altogether.

This night was indeed eventful. In just a day and a night, it felt like theworld had gone through half a century.

Early the next morning, Kian arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion to pickup Ayan, as usual. As they got into the car, Kian drove while saying,"Mr. Simpson, last night at around one in the morning, Mr. Bell calledme."

Ayan didn't react strongly, as he had anticipated this. His voiceremained warm and calm as he asked, "What did he say?"

Kian replied, "He's willing to cooperate and has decided to make thismatter public. However, he hopes to use our Simpson Group's publicrelations team."

"Alright," Ayan said, looking out of the window. There was no visibleemotion in his deep gaze as he continued, "Then tell him that if he'salready decided, there's no need for further delay. It's better to resolvethis matter sooner rather than later."

Kian nodded and said, "I've already told him. He hopes to do it today.""Very well, you can arrange it."

"Okay," Kian acknowledged with a nod.

A while later, Ayan arrived at the company. The online situation hadbeen resolved, and he had no intention of responding more. However,a few media outlets with good relations with Simpson Group wanted tointerview him regarding what happened yesterday. Ayan instructed Kianto handle the interviews, considering it as a way to boost SimpsonGroup's publicity.

As Kian handled these matters on Ayan's behalf, he found himself withsome free time. He sat at his desk with his phone, lost in thought for awhile.