My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 936 Cunning

Chapter 936 Cunning

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

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

Molly seemed quite content with the meal, even having an extra bowl of soup. 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 the food didn't suit your taste? I noticed you didn't eat much. Should I accompany you to eat something else?"

Preston's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze warm but tinged with annoyance. 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 of soup, and all those dishes.

Preston's words caught Molly off guard, freezing her expression. She stopped 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't hesitate to express his frustration. "Molly, you're going to be a mother soon. Can you stop acting like a little girl? Don't you think your behavior is irritating? I already have a lot on my plate due to work. Can't you give me some personal space?"

"So you find 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 something to gain recognition from the Walker family. Can't you stop hindering me?"

Preston's tone was harsh, showing no awareness of Molly's pregnancy, nor did he consider her being a woman warranted any leniency. He continued coldly, "I have things to deal with, so arrange for someone to pick 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 there wasn't much to pack. It would all fit in a suitcase. She had previously moved some items over, but they were things she didn't need and hadn't wanted from the start. Therefore, there was no need to take them with her.

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

Molly didn't return to the Walker family; instead, she stayed at a hotel under the Walker Group. She needed to calm down, to stay rational, and to regain her composure as quickly as possible. Only when she was 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 with Molly, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

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

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

As for where she was headed, only she knew.

Around 10 in the morning, various major media outlets and online forums in Flento City suddenly experienced a hacker intrusion. The whole process lasted only two to three minutes before returning to normal, but it left behind numerous photos and videos. While the girl's face was obscured, it was clear who the man was in those intimate photos.

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 is exactly the same as the girl who clarified things the other night?"

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

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

It was a woman's voice, saying, "I am the third party in Mr. and Miss Walker's affair. Initially, I didn't know Mr. Walker and Miss Walker were in a romantic relationship. I was genuinely fond of him when I got together with him. But I later realized Mr. Walker wasn't with me because he liked me. Instead, he saw me as a substitute for the woman he yearned for deep in his heart. I was merely a stand-in. Even in 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 told me everything was a misunderstanding and that he would explain everything after I clarified it. Out of love for him, I cooperated. But I found out that I was a fool. Due to my negligence, I caused harm to Miss Walker. I'm willing to apologize to her and accept any punishment.”

The woman's voice was sincere, with no evasion, and she didn't absolve herself of responsibility because she was deceived. She claimed that if she made a mistake, she owned up to it. She recognized that if she caused harm to someone else, she needed to apologize and accept punishment.

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

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

These netizens seemed to have unearthed something unimaginable, and major gossip anchors and media outlets all posted threads to attract 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 she mentioned in her recording that she looked quite similar to Preston's love in his heart. Keen-eyed netizens quickly noticed a resemblance between her and Camille, Ayan's wife from Simpson Group.

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

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

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

Especially when it came to Preston changing his name and returning to Hance City to collaborate with Simpson Group, they discovered that even his secretary, also his cousin Sean, had issued a statement blaming Preston.

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

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

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

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

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