My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 803

Chapter 803: Going in Circles

Ayan drove into the garage, with still two minutes left before half an hour had passed.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number from the previous call. He said, "I've arrived. How do we proceed with the transaction?"

The other person smiled and replied, "Mr. Simpson, no need to rush. Good things are never afraid of being late. Mr. Simpson, do you see a car about a hundred meters away from you? Put the money in that car, then drive to a nearby abandoned construction site. Someone will meet you there."

Although Ayan had already anticipated that things wouldn't be so easy, hearing the other person's words still made him extremely angry.

His tone was filled with indignant questioning, "Are you playing a trick on me?"

"Mr. Simpson, it's a misunderstanding. I'm just being cautious. After all, You have many helpers. What if they come along? From now on, Mr. Simpson, put your phone back in your car as well, and follow my instructions. Mrs. Simpson and I will be waiting here for your arrival."

The man finished speaking and abruptly ended the call.

Ayan tightly gripped his phone but still followed the instructions given by the other person.

However, while taking the money, he whispered into the car's real-time voice system, "I won't have a phone next, and the car needs to be changed. Find a way to follow me, but make sure the other side doesn't know."

Having said that, he picked up the box of money and got into the white car.

Then he drove out of the garage and followed the directions provided by the man on the phone.

As Ayan drove, he maintained a calm demeanor. Perhaps the back and forth were wearing down his patience, but suddenly, his whole being felt calm, as if all his emotions had settled.

This clarity also sharpened his mind. Initially, when he learned about Camille's situation, his thoughts were clouded with worry. But after a day of various maneuvers and silent waiting, his anxious heart gradually regained its rationality.

Based on the current situation and the conversation just now, he could confirm that the person he had been communicating with was not the mastermind behind Camille's abduction. This indicated that the other side wasn't just one or two people, and they were well-prepared, knowing when he was at Maple Leaves Mansion and when he was busy.

Moreover, the other side was aware of Camille's schedule, so it couldn't have been a spur-of-the-moment decision. They must have been monitoring them for several days.

From all this information, Ayan was convinced of his speculation, leading him to have a premonition that he probably wouldn't see Camille today.

The other side had gone through so much trouble and made extensive preparations. It couldn't be just for the money.

Then what was it for?

Ayan arrived at the abandoned construction site mentioned on the phone. As he entered, he saw a black car parked in the middle of the road. When he drove over, the person inside the black car also got out-a young man who walked directly towards him.

Through the car window, the man said, "Mr. Simpson, we need to switch cars now. You drive the one in front, and I'll take yours."

"Switch cars? The person I spoke to on the phone didn't mention this. After the car switch, the transaction begins, and you take the money. But where is the person I want?" Ayan sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, the engine still running. He was ready to be on guard at any moment. His gaze carried a chilling sharpness as he coldly scanned the man standing outside the car door and said, "Do you think you can take this money from me without my consent?"

"So, Mr. Simpson, you're refusing to cooperate? Then I can't guarantee that something won't happen to Mrs. Simpson."

The man foolishly tried to threaten Ayan with Camille, naturally crossing Ayan's bottom line. He narrowed his eyes, calmly held the car keys in his hand, then forcefully pushed open the car door, crashing into the man. The man winced and stumbled back several steps.

Ayan also got out of the car, standing tall and straight, his gaze fixed on the man before him. He said, "Call the person behind you immediately. If it's about the money, say it. If it's not about the money, state their demands directly without beating around the bush."

Although the man initially seemed confident, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by Ayan's strong presence.

The man couldn't meet Ayan's gaze and had to retreat to the black car. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.