My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 881

Chapter 881: Not Right

"Mr. Walker, it's me, Cora. Can we meet up?" The woman's hollow voice echoed in Preston's ear.

Preston narrowed his eyes, and his expression turned cold instantly. He calmly said, "Mrs. Norman, are you mistaking me for someone else? My name is Baxter, not the Mr. Walker you mentioned."

"Don't pretend you don't recognize me, Mr. Walker. Since I can call you, it means I already know your true identity. Is there a need to be so secretive?" Cora chuckled lightly, but her voice remained eerily hollow, as if she was making the call in a vast and echoing place.

After her words, Preston's expression grew more serious and somber. She had mentioned it this far, so Preston stopped beating around the bush. With a cold tone, he asked, "Just say what you want straight up!"

Cora smiled faintly, "Mr. Walker, I want to make a deal with you. How about it?"

"What makes you think you have anything to offer in a deal? As far as I know, you've been held captive by Ayan for so long that even Austin couldn't find you. It's hard for me not to suspect if you were sent here by Ayan to fish for information," Preston replied with a hint of casualness in his voice, but there was no trace of joking in his meaning.

He was on guard with every word he spoke to Cora, especially since she had been hidden by Ayan for so long. How could she suddenly contact him? He couldn't understand why Cora wanted to get in touch with him. There had been little interaction between them, and logically, if she wanted to contact anyone, it should be Austin, even if he was facing difficulties of his own. There was no reason for her to reach out to him.

These unanswered questions only increased Preston's wariness towards Cora.

Her doubt didn't stop Cora. She proceeded to provoke him, "Is Mr. Walker afraid of Ayan? Is that why you are so cautious around him?"

Preston disliked being compared to Ayan, especially when people felt he was inferior. It was like touching his sore spot.

He let out a cold snort, his voice filled with iciness, "Huh, what's Ayan? If he really had the ability, would he still be fooled by me until now?"

Cora smiled lightly, "If that's the case, then why worry about me being sent by him? Mr. Walker, let's make a deal. It's a win-win business, and you won't lose. Interested?"

Preston liked hearing others praise him, not just simple compliments, but comparing him to Ayan.

What did he care if Ayan was stronger?

So far, Ayan hadn't been able to outmaneuver him.

Preston's thoughts had always been this way, and he never intended to hide it from anyone.

He didn't immediately agree to Cora's proposal but asked nonchalantly, "What kind of deal?"

"No hurry. Let's meet in person when you have time. True deals can't be discussed over the phone. I don't feel at ease unless we talk face-to-face," Cora's voice lacked much emotion, but if you listened closely, you could sense some trembling in her words.

However, she was trying her best to appear composed as she continued, "Mr. Walker, the matter involves Camille and Ayan. I can only tell you this much for now. If you're not interested, consider this call never happened. If you're intrigued, it's best to meet me within two days. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't collaborate with someone else."

Mentioning Camille and Ayan piqued Preston's interest.

Preston asked in a calm tone, "Why is it involved them?"

"That's something I can only tell you in person," Cora refused to reveal her purpose over the phone and didn't want to share what she knew about Ayan directly with Preston.

Preston didn't deny being curious about her words, but he didn't think it necessary to make a special trip from Flento to Hance for something he didn't know. After all, he still had unresolved matters to deal with, and he didn't want to waste any extra time on other things.

But the mention of Ayan made him unable to resist his curiosity.

After a moment of contemplation, he said indifferently, "I'm not in Hance at the moment. If you insist on meeting me to talk, then come to Flento."