My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 946: Lowering

Chapter 946: Lowering

"Mr. Walker, you're perhaps being overly concerned. This hotel isn't just for 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 the liberty to open the door with the key, I can call the police. Or are you not afraid of me calling the police?"

Kian finished speaking and turned to Ayan on the phone, his voice gentle. "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, you don't have the authority to talk to me. Give me your phone. I want to talk 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 to talk to me?" Preston used this tactic to provoke Ayan, hoping to get him on the phone.

But Kian responded calmly, "Mr. Walker, your time is running out. If you don'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 phone and 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 was just 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 shown any 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 was driving back alone to Franklin Bay. As he approached a corner near Franklin Bay, a van suddenly sped toward him from the opposite direction.

The glaring headlights pierced Ayan's eyes, causing him to squint and furrow his brows. He kept his gaze fixed on the approaching vehicle, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The van's presence occupied a portion of the road, so Ayan had to steer towards the green belt to avoid 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 man emerged 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 of coldness in his eyes. He remained composed, reaching for a cigarette from the center console, lighting it. He rolled down the window, took a drag, and casually looked at the man before him.

The two locked eyes for a considerable while. Only then did Ayan push open 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's expression to freeze in an instant.

Faced with Ayan, no matter what he did, Ayan always remained calm and 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 Ayan and said coldly, "Ayan, what are you pretending for? Now that you've done 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 his handsome 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's mood visibly brightened. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Raising an eyebrow, he said in an indifferent tone, "When it comes to acting, you surely can't compare to me. After all, you've caused so much harm and yet still maintain the facade of innocence. Tsk! Honestly, Preston, why not switch careers and become an actor? If you 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 dripping from 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 every word. 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? He was the president of the Simpson Group, a member of the Simpson family, and a pinnacle figure in Hance. How could he allow someone else to lay a finger on him, especially someone like Preston? That was even more unthinkable.

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

As Preston raised his fist, Ayan simply raised an eyebrow lightly, a faint hint of a smile dancing on his lips. In a light tone, he said, "Preston, I advise 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 come out 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's clothes tightened. If the object in his grasp was glass, it probably would've shattered due to his excessive force.

In the end, Preston let go of his grip and instinctively stepped back from Ayan, maintaining a distance. Ayan remained indifferent, devoid of any emotion. He regarded Preston with indifference and said, "What are you trying to achieve with all this? Why don't you just be straightforward? Don't beat around the bush or engage in actions that make 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 a bit too early?"

Preston's smile carried an eerie chill, particularly in his eyes. They always gave off the impression that his scheming mind was far too heavy.

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