My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 946

Chapter 946: Lowering

"Mr. Walker, you're perhaps being overly concerned. This hotel isn't just for Mr. Walker, right? Is it necessary to put Mr. Walker's name on it?"

"You..."

"Mr. Walker, please leave. This is my room. Now that you've taken the liberty to open the door with the key, I can call the police. Or are you not afraid of me calling the police?"

Kian finished speaking and turned to Ayan on the phone, his voice gentle. "Mr. Simpson, should we inform the police to come and take Mr. Walker to the police station, or should I call our people to take Mr. Walker to the police station right now?"

Preston's face turned extremely unpleasant. He said coldly, "Kian, you don't have the authority to talk to me. Give me your phone. I want to talk to Ayan in person."

"I'm sorry, you don't have the authority to speak directly to Mr. Simpson. If you have something to say, just say it!"

"Is this Ayan's decision? Or is Ayan afraid of me? So, he doesn't dare to talk to me?" Preston used this tactic to provoke Ayan, hoping to get him on the phone.

But Kian responded calmly, "Mr. Walker, your time is running out. If you don't leave my room, I'll really call the police."

Preston's face stiffened, and he gave Kian a hard look before leaving.

The door slammed shut with a bang. Only then did Kian lift his phone and speak in a hushed tone, "Mr. Simpson, what do we do now? Preston knows we're watching him."

"Let him know," not knowing would make him appear too foolish. It was just that once Preston knew, he'd definitely be more cautious. After all, he had been back for two or three days already and still hadn't shown any intention of meeting Cora.

Cora had vanished without a trace, and this couldn't go on forever.

If Preston had caught on, there was no need to keep watching overtly, but that didn't mean someone wasn't observing covertly.

On the evening Preston discovered Kian in the hotel room, Ayan was driving back alone to Franklin Bay. As he approached a corner near Franklin Bay, a van suddenly sped toward him from the opposite direction.

The glaring headlights pierced Ayan's eyes, causing him to squint and furrow his brows. He kept his gaze fixed on the approaching vehicle, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The van's presence occupied a portion of the road, so Ayan had to steer towards the green belt to avoid a collision. The car ended up hitting the steps of the sidewalk.

The van came to a stop as well. The door swung open, and a man emerged from the vehicle. He walked directly to the front of Ayan's car, blocking his path.

Ayan stared at the man leaning against the car's hood, a hint of coldness in his eyes. He remained composed, reaching for a cigarette from the center console, lighting it. He rolled down the window, took a drag, and casually looked at the man before him.

The two locked eyes for a considerable while. Only then did Ayan push open the car door, his gaze icy as he scanned the man before the car, "Addicted to staging accidents now, are you?"