My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Self-Destruction

"I share your thoughts, but I'm afraid to voice them out of fear of getting ganged up on."

"To be honest, I have the same thoughts. It just feels odd. This doesn't seem like a live broadcast stating facts. It's more like a broadcast set up to explain things for Mr. Walker."

"Let's leave it. They won't answer our questions anyway. Let's go!"

With no one paying attention to these negative responses, a small portion of people didn't want to say much more. They left a comment, "Facts are still facts. Lies will eventually be exposed. We'll wait for the moment when the truth is revealed."

The live broadcast lasted for twenty minutes and concluded. Ayan had watched it from beginning to end.

He scrolled through the barrage of comments from the live stream, observing both the positive and negative remarks. After the broadcast ended, he closed his laptop. His handsome face bore a hint of cold indifference. It was hard to discern what he was thinking, but one thing was certain – he wasn't in a terrible mood.

Ayan sat at his desk without making a sound for quite some time. Outside, it had already grown dark, and the soundproofing in the study was excellent. Without the noise from the live stream, only a quiet stillness remained, occasionally interrupted by faint breathing sounds.

Ayan savored this tranquility. In this serene atmosphere, he could calmly reflect on his thoughts and feelings.

Time passed without his notice, until the sudden ringtone of his phone disrupted the silence. He snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting to the phone on the desk. It was Kian calling.

He picked up the phone and answered, not bothering to hold it since he was already using speakerphone.

Kian's voice came from the other end, "Mr. Simpson, Quintus and Cora have fled."

"So, where are they?"

"Quintus lured us away, but we've detained him. Cora, however, has disappeared." Kian's voice was subdued, as if time had stopped in that moment. The silence after he finished speaking was absolute, devoid of any noise. Kian could imagine how unpleasant his boss's expression must have been at that moment.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Simpson, I've brought Quintus back now. Would you like to personally ask him?"

"Would he talk if I asked?" Ayan sneered, his voice chilling. "How did they do it?"

"Quintus left the hotel with a woman, dressed in Cora's clothes. They left the hotel cautiously and took a taxi. I thought he was planning to run away with Cora, so I followed them. But when we reached the station, I realized the woman wasn't Cora. By the time I went back to the hotel, Cora was already gone. I've started investigating the surveillance footage of their movements, but so far, there's been no progress. Cora did leave the hotel after our people followed Quintus away, but I don't know where she went."

Kian gave Ayan a detailed account of the situation on his end. He was feeling very guilty at this point. Failing to handle such a small matter properly made him think he might as well pack his bags and return to his hometown. He felt undeserving of continuing to work with Ayan.

Ayan didn't react to Kian's report, maintaining his cold demeanor as he spoke, "She obtained fake documentation. She won't be able to pass through airport or train station security. Arrange for someone to check the nearby coach stations immediately."

"Alright, I'll do that. And what about Quintus?"

"Bring him back and take him to the other place. I'm heading over there now."

Ayan referred to the villa where Sean and Cora had been held captive before. It was secluded and relatively hidden. Although it was in a residential area, it wasn't crowded or chaotic, making it convenient for such matters.

With his instructions given, Ayan stood up from his chair. As he opened the door and walked out, he addressed Kian, "You'd better hope she's still in Hance. If she's truly gone to Flento and encounters Preston, Kian, you and your arranged men might as well quit your jobs!"

Kian said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Simpson."

"I don't need your apologies."

"I understand, Mr. Simpson. Rest assured, I'll do everything I can to locate Cora."

Ayan didn't respond to Kian's assurance and simply hung up the call.

His face turned as cold as ice. He walked quickly downstairs, and just as he entered the living room, Camille came in with Timmy. She saw Ayan's frosty expression, his brows furrowed tightly, and a profound chill in his deep eyes.