My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815: Concern

The assistant raised his head and looked at Ayan. He had seen Ayan before when he followed Austin to Hance City to for Mr. and Mrs. Bell's project. Naturally, he knew how Ayan had kicked Austin out of the project.

Facing Ayan now, he naturally felt extremely timid and trembling.

He dared not look directly into Ayan's eyes, and his whole body seemed to tremble secretly under his clothes. He stammered, "Mr. Simpson, it wasn't me..."

"I didn't ask if it was you. I'm asking who it was. So do you know or not?"

Ayan lifted his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, with no patience in his eyes, as if reminding him that if he knew, he should speak up, and if he didn't, he shouldn't waste his time.

The assistant's eyes dodged, and his expression on his face was very uneasy. His reaction caused Ayan to lose his patience as well.

Ayan questioned indifferently, "Who knows? Speak up! This is your only chance. I gave it to you, but you didn't seize it. Then let someone else have it."

Ayan's gaze swept around and fixed on the other two men.

The two men seemed hesitant upon seeing this, but it was only for a moment. One of them, slightly darker in complexion, hurriedly spoke up, "Mr. Simpson, I know. It was Mr. Norman who did it. Mr. Norman said she didn't follow his instructions, so he did it."

Ayan did not react to the man's voice; instead, the coldness in his eyes deepened. Everyone present, including Kian, watched Ayan, thinking that he was just angry upon hearing Austin's name.

The next second, Ayan stood up and slowly approached the darker-skinned man. He walked step by step until he was in front of the man, crouched down, and stared at him, asking, "Are you sure it was Austin?"

The man nodded firmly, "I'm sure, it was Austin, Mr. Simpson. It was him. We have nothing to do with it. We were just following Austin's orders. We were only doing it for the money..."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of clearly visible knuckles suddenly grabbed the man's hair and dragged him heavily towards the nearby coffee table.

The sound of the collision between the man's head and the coffee table echoed in everyone's ears. They were all bewildered, not knowing what Ayan meant by this.

Was he venting his anger towards Austin on them?

The other two men were frightened, afraid to breathe heavily.

Ayan, however, did not stop there. He grabbed the man's hair again, the coldness in his eyes giving him a hint of ruthlessness. He sneered, "What do you think you are? Huh? How dare you talk behind her back? How dare you entertain such disrespectful thoughts about her? Do you want to die?"

The other man instantly understood Ayan's intention. He heard their conversation, so he quickly spoke up, "Mr. Simpson, I'm sorry. Mr. Simpson, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have had such thoughts. Please spare me, Mr. Simpson!"

Ayan glanced at him but didn't intend to respond. He just looked back at the man in his hand, pulling his hair and coldly questioning, "Answer me, how dare you?"

The darker-skinned man was already terrified, still feeling the pain from the impact on his head. He took a while to calm down before slowly regaining his senses and said in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, I won't dare anymore. Mr. Simpson, I really didn't do anything. I was just joking. I..."

"Just joking? What do you think you are to dare speak about her? Come on, repeat what you said for me. Huh? Let me hear what you really said."

Ayan released him, wiped his fingers on two wet tissues from the coffee table, and then threw the tissues directly onto the man. His eyes were filled with indifference as he looked at the other man beside him.

He raised his hand and pointed, "You start. Huh?"

Both of them had panicked expressions, and they didn't really dare to repeat their words in front of Ayan.

But Ayan obviously had to make them say it again. He reminded them, "Don't try my patience. If you don't speak up, then never speak again in your lifetime."

These words made the two men not dare to argue. The man pointed at by Ayan tried to recall what he said back then, but he couldn't say a complete sentence even after struggling for a long time.