My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940: Don't Be Foolish

Then Preston got up and headed towards the bathroom. He had never imagined that this day would force him to hide in the bathroom. But he had no inkling that all of this was the result of his own actions, leading to these consequences.

Once Preston entered the bathroom, Patrik finally opened the apartment door.

With a somewhat unnatural look on his face, he glanced at the policemen outside, a couple of them stationed across from his door, also knocking.

He addressed the policemen outside, "Officers, what can I do for you?"

One of the officers spoke, "Sorry to bother you, we'd like to know if you've seen the resident living across from you?"

Patrik's face stiffened slightly. Faced with the officers' questions, his brain seemed slow to react. Weren't they here for Preston?

Why were they asking about the person across from him now?

Patrik's nervousness didn't escape the officers' notice. He explained, "No need to be nervous. Just tell us what you know. We received a tip that there's gambling going on across from you, so we're here to investigate."

"Investigate gambling?"

Patrik still found it hard to believe. After confirming repeatedly, he finally felt relieved.

He hurriedly responded, "I'm sorry, I'm usually busy with work, so I haven't paid much attention to the neighbor across from me. But now that you mention it, I'll keep an eye out. If I hear anything, I can let you know."

His sincerity and proactive attitude led the officers to express their gratitude. They left a contact number with Patrik for any updates.

Having learned the situation, they didn't disturb Patrik any further. Instead, they broke down the door across from his with the help of property management. However, the apartment was empty, and they found nothing.

Afterward, the police left. Most likely, the people inside had been tipped off in advance, allowing them to flee before the authorities arrived.

Watching the police leave empty-handed from behind the door separating him from Preston, both men wore different expressions and reactions on their faces.

Patrik looked at Preston and softly asked, "Mr. Walker, why do I feel like this isn't about gambling? I haven't seen anyone in the apartment across from me since I moved in. Why would they suddenly be suspected of gambling?"

Patrik was genuinely puzzled by the odd turn of events. But because he hadn't received any response from Preston, he instinctively glanced toward him. Preston's expression was extremely grim, especially his dark eyes, which seemed to hold a cold and distant chill, as if he were suppressing something.

Concern crept into Patrik's voice, "Mr. Walker, are you okay?"

Preston squinted his eyes, his expression extremely unpleasant. He didn't speak, but his complexion was far from good.

Preston didn't continue to watch. He turned and walked back to the living room, lighting a cigarette. His face was bathed in the pale light, exuding a chilling aura. After taking a few drags, he spoke in a subdued tone, "Arrange a car for me. I'm leaving tonight."

Patrik was taken aback, somewhat surprised. "Mr. Walker, you're leaving tonight? It's not safe outside right now. It'll be dangerous for you to leave at this time."

Preston's voice remained calm, "Do you really think these police officers are here to investigate a gambling case?"

Patrik looked at him with confusion, "What do you mean, Mr. Walker?"

"You said it yourself, there's no one living across from us. So, who's gambling there?"