My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 801

Chapter 801: Betrayal

As Ayan listened to its, his face instantly turned cold. However, he made an effort to control his emotions, and his furrowed brow revealed layers of intense anger. His eyes were filled with icy coldness as he spoke in a low, deep voice, "Who are you? Since you dare not show your true face, why should I believe what you say?"

The other person had used voice modulation, so his true voice couldn't be heard.

Ayan's face remained cold, and his hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a tight fist. His words were met with laughter from the other side.

"Mr. Simpson doesn't believe me, huh?" the man's voice came through, accompanied by some movement in the background. Then, another voice spoke up, "Mrs. Simpson, say a few words to Mr. Simpson!"

But there was no immediate response from a woman's voice; instead, there was silence.

This silence caused Ayan to narrow his eyes, filled with a sense of coldness.

The man on the phone seemed displeased, his words laced with coldness, and his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness, "Mrs. Simpson, don't force me to touch you. It wouldn't be good if I hurt you with my rough hands, Mr. Simpson would feel sorry. So, Mrs. Simpson, cooperate nicely, okay?"

Still, there was silence.

The man seemed angry, and a clear sound of a slap came through.

"Ah!"

The familiar voice of a woman followed the sound of the slap.

Upon hearing the woman's cry, though it was just one sound, Ayan clearly recognized it as Camille's voice.

His face immediately became covered with a chilling darkness, and his voice became hoarse to the extreme as he said, "Camille!! Is that you, Camille?"

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

The man didn't hurry to respond but spoke with an angry tone, "Mrs. Simpson, why can't you cooperate a little? If you had cooperated, I wouldn't have resorted to violence. Look, Mr. Simpson is worried about you. So, say a few words to Mr. Simpson!"

"If you dare to touch her, just try...," Ayan was truly panicked, especially after hearing Camille's pained cry, which made it difficult for him to calm down.

His expression became serious and gloomy, his whole being tense. His handsome face seemed as if it could shed shards of broken ice as he said in a hoarse voice, "Cami, speak up, don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me, where are you?"

"Ayan, I'm fine, don't worry..." Camille finally spoke.

Her voice was low and hoarse because she had just been slapped hard, and her mouth was filled with a bloody taste. But she didn't want Ayan to worry, so she tried her best to remain calm and not let him hear any discomfort in her voice.

Ever since she was taken by someone outside Maple Leaves Mansion, Camille had lost her freedom and ability to resist. She had been brought here, and the two men who had forced her into the car had been watching her the entire time. They were unfamiliar faces she had never seen before.

But these two men made a phone call to Ayan in front of her. However, she had no idea what their ultimate goal was.

Hearing Camille's voice, Ayan silently took a deep breath. It was rare for him to be in such a state of mind, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.

He tightly furrowed his brows and questioned with a demanding tone, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Mr. Simpson, don't get agitated. What we want is very simple. Mr. Simpson only needs to say a few words to satisfy us. However, if Mr. Simpson doesn't cooperate, tries to report to the police, or takes any other means to deal with us, then your wife might not be treated so kindly," their words were filled with threats, each word informing Ayan not to attempt any resistance. They made it clear that if they were harmed or threatened, Camille wouldn't have a good time either.

Ayan's voice turned cold and gloomy as he asked, "Enough with the nonsense. What do you want?"

"Alright, since Mr. Simpson is so straightforward, I won't be beat around the bush either. Mr. Simpson, prepare 50 million, and we'll exchange money and the person."

"Alright, I can give you what you want, but you have to agree to my conditions. If a single strand of hair is missing from my woman, I won't spare you. It's best to avoid hurting her again. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to enjoy your life anymore."

"Mr. Simpson is joking. As long as you do as what we tell you, I will take good care of Mrs. Simpson.," the man chuckled lightly and continued, "Mr. Simpson, get the money ready and wait for my message."

Before Ayan could respond, the other person had already hung up the phone.