My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 899: Leverage

Chapter 899: Leverage

As the words spread through the air, everyone fell silent in an instant. Even the architects who had been siding with Preston didn't respond. The question left everyone speculating, but due to Preston's status, nobody dared to discuss it openly.

Camille glanced at everyone and took the initiative to break the silence. “It's getting late, and everyone has worked hard today. Let's meet again tomorrow.”

With that, everyone waved goodbye and dispersed.

Camille walked towards her car, with Summer following closely. Summer spoke up, "Miss Camille, can I ask you a question?"

Only Camille and Summer were left.

Camille stopped and looked at Summer. "What do you want to ask?" "Does Miss Camille know the truth behind Louise's death? Is it really related to Mr. Baxter?"

Summer's question was straightforward, her eyes filled with curiosity. Camille couldn't know what she was thinking. She emotionlessly replied, "This is a question that only the police can answer. I don't know, and if there is any truth behind it, it's up to the police to reveal it. I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer."

"Miss Camille, I mean no harm. The impact of this incident is significant, and the company is also concerned. They asked me to inquire carefully. Apart from Miss Camille, all of us architects’ companies are worried about this issue and hope to get some clarity. So, if you know anything, could you tell me?"

Summer made a prayer gesture with her hands, her eyes full of curiosity.

Camille gazed at Summer and said in a low voice, "I understand your concern, and I'm also worried about how this might affect the project. But I genuinely don't know, so I apologize.”

Summer pursed her lips, looking at Camille and confirming that she was being sincere. She smiled lightly and said, "Alright, I understand. No need to apologize. After all, I'm just trying to find out for the company.”

Camille nodded, exchanged a few more words with Summer, and then bid her farewell as she got into her car.

After watching Camille's car leave, Summer turned and walked towards the exit, which was closer to the roadside.

The parking lot was empty, with only a few cars parked, including Jenson's and those of the other museum staff. Summer walked along the path towards the exit. Just as she was about to reach the exit, she suddenly heard Quintus's voice.

Quintus sounded anxious as he said, "Mr. Walker, the public is speculating whether Louise's death is related to you. Many people even say that you killed Louise and framed Sean for the murder. The video of Sean has made most of the netizens doubt you. What should we do now?"

Quintus had made several phone calls before finally getting in touch with Preston. He had prepared himself to go directly to Flento if he couldn't reach Preston.

Upon hearing Quintus's words, Preston's face darkened even further. He furrowed his brow tightly, pressing Quintus for an explanation, "Why are you telling me now?"

With one hand, Preston opened his computer to check the current online situation, which was much more severe than what Quintus had just described.

Not only were people suspecting him, but they had also dug up his connection with Sean. If this continued, they might soon expose his true identity.

For Preston, this situation brought only harm and no benefit.

His face turned extremely cold, and he said, "Quintus, I trusted you and gave you your position. Is this how you repay me?"

Quintus quickly explained, "Mr. Walker, I just saw these messages, and I immediately tried to contact you. I called you in the afternoon, but you didn't answer. I also sent you messages, but at that time, Mr. Evans notified the police that they might come to the museum for investigation and questioning at any moment. We must stay in the museum and couldn't use phones. I didn't know what happened outside.”

Quintus felt unfairly accused. When he first saw those messages, he was utterly shocked.

His mind was in chaos, and his initial thought was to contact Preston immediately and let him know about the situation in Hance. Otherwise, he had no way of knowing how things would develop.

Quintus acknowledged his mistake at work, but he also felt helpless. He was just a mere secretary with no real power, and he had nobody around him who could carry out his orders. He felt powerless. Especially when faced with Preston's questioning, he felt quite wronged.

However, Preston couldn't feel any of Quintus's grievances. After hearing Quintus’s explanation, Preston's face became even darker, and his voice carried a chilling tone, "You said Jenson instructed you all to stay in the museum and not use your phones to communicate with the outside world?"

"Yes, it was Mr. Evans’ decision. He said since Louise was part of this project, and with Sean's situation, the police might come to the museum for investigation and questioning at any time. The public attention was significant, so the police didn't come this afternoon." Quintus explained in a low voice, but Preston didn't seem to hear him at all.

Preston only knew that Quintus had failed to contact him immediately because of Jenson's arrangements, which prevented Quintus from reaching him. It was these arrangements that led to the current situation.

Preston snorted coldly and said, "Who else besides you?"

Quintus told him the truth.

But Preston still didn't believe him. He said, "You don't need to worry about this matter anymore. Go and investigate Jenson for me. Find out if he has any connection with Ayan. Remember, if he has any connection with anyone around Ayan, take it seriously."

Quintus asked with some confusion, "Mr. Walker, are you suspecting Mr. Evans?”

"Don't ask so many questions. Just do as I say."

"Alright, I understand. I'll start investigating Jenson now," Quintus replied in a subdued tone. He then asked softly, “But how do we handle this situation? The suspicion and speculation about you are growing, and the police will likely approach me or contact you directly.”

"What's the rush? It has nothing to do with me. Even if they approach me, what can they do?" Preston said coldly, without a hint of fear. He just snorted, letting Quintus know that there was no need to be nervous, and to stay calm. If the police really wanted to find him, they could contact him directly.

With Preston's words, Quintus’s worries gradually eased.

He was also worried that his direct connection to Preston would make him a scapegoat. After all, Sean was Preston's secretary, and they were even related by blood. Now, Sean was accused of murder possibly committed by Preston, and Quintus couldn't help but fear that he might become the scapegoat one day.

Quintus felt his emotions were in turmoil, and he was completely lost after all the events of this afternoon. After talking to Preston, he immediately left in his car, not noticing that Summer was hiding in the car next to him.

Watching Quintus's car leave, Summer slowly stood up.

Her feet were numb from squatting, and her expression was dazed and absent. The bits of information she had just heard were not much, but they were incredibly unbelievable.

She tried to organize her thoughts, but they remained in chaos. Especially when Quintus mentioned investigating Jenson, it made her even more confused. Was Quintus working for a so-called Mr. Walker? But wasn't he Mr. Baxter's secretary? Why was he doing things for Mr. Walker?

Summer felt increasingly lost, her mind couldn't make sense of it all. She felt her brain wasn't enough to handle this, but if she didn't figure it out, she would remain restless.

It was past ten in the evening.

Camille and Ayan were watching a movie when Camille's phone rang. At this hour, Camille's phone rarely rang, so she immediately felt worried. Looking at the caller ID, her brows furrowed.