My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 947

Chapter 947: Tough Situation

"Mr. Simpson, please don't make baseless accusations. I haven't done anything," Preston shrugged, wearing a nonchalant expression that clearly denied any wrongdoing.

Preston's primary objective for tonight was to give Ayan a lesson and a reminder. He wanted Ayan to understand that he wasn't easy to mess with, and he certainly wouldn't tolerate Ayan's actions without any reaction.

With his mission accomplished, Preston had no intention of lingering. In his mind, Ayan was a cunning individual with a devious mind. He chose a section of road without surveillance cameras, fearing repercussions. Preston had scouted this road repeatedly for several days until he was confident enough to act tonight.

Ayan obviously hadn't anticipated this. Preston fixated his gaze on Ayan with a triumphant grin. He raised an eyebrow provocatively, taunting, "If Mr. Simpson is dissatisfied, feel free to investigate. After all, isn't the Simpson family known for falsely accusing others? It's a common tactic for the your family."

With his point made, Preston turned and strolled toward his van. His departure was marked by an air of arrogance, emphasizing his audacity.

He climbed into his car and drove away. Ayan watched him leave and let out a faint, indifferent chuckle. He then dialed Kian's number.

When Kian arrived, he saw Ayan leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette. Ayan's expression could be best described as devoid of any emotions, and Kian could feel an undeniable chill radiating from him as he approached.

Reaching Ayan, Kian glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, what exactly happened?"

He had received a call from Ayan, mentioning a minor accident near Franklin Bay. Kian had rushed over immediately and was quite surprised by what he saw.

The car was stuck here, and despite the situation looking like Ayan hadn't sustained injuries, his clothes were slightly disheveled.

Ayan extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash bin. He then crossed his arms, his expression detached as he looked at Kian. His voice, without any warmth, replied, "Can't you tell? There was a little accident."

"Was it just you?" Kian asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah."

"Did you drive your car onto the green belt?"

Ayan gave Kian a non-expressive look, a touch of annoyance flickering in his indifferent gaze. It was as if he were silently telling Kian that he was being too inquisitive.

Kian quickly closed his mouth, moving on to call for a tow truck and contacting Ayan's vehicle assistance service. After completing these tasks, he suggested, "Mr. Simpson, do you want to drive my car back first?"

Ayan responded with a soft "hm" and proceeded towards Kian's car. After taking the driver's seat, instead of immediately starting the car, he looked around the surroundings indifferently. He then waved at Kian, his voice devoid of inflection as he said, "Is there no surveillance around here?"

Kian wasn't entirely sure of Ayan's intention, but he scanned the area as Ayan had directed. "To the naked eye, I don't see any. But I can have someone check just to be sure."

"Let me know when you find out."

"Alright."

"Oh, and contact the insurance company and itemize the cost of the damage to the car. Every single expense must be accounted for, down to the last screw. Don't miss a thing." His demeanor remained detached, his gaze harboring a hint of chilly sternness. His voice was as cold as ice, as if he were containing a pending burst of anger.

Although Kian was perplexed, he knew better than to ask too many questions. He simply nodded, "Sure, I'll ensure every detail is accounted for."

With Kian's response, Ayan closed the car door. The next moment, he pressed the accelerator and drove away.

Watching the departing car, Kian's suspicions grew. However, he didn't dare to pry into his boss's affairs any further. Ayan assigned tasks, and Kian simply carried them out. He promptly began investigating the road conditions and surveillance of the area.