My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 975

Chapter 975: Offense

Mr. Bell's expression shifted slightly. He squinted, and there seemed to be a hint of speculation in his eyes, as if he were trying to figure out what Ayan knew.

However, Ayan didn't show any signs of threat; it was more like a reminder and a suggestion.

Mr. Bell remained silent for a few seconds, and his voice, when he finally spoke, carried a strong sense of discomfort. He said, "Mr. Simpson, I don't understand what you mean."

Ayan didn't push further; he merely smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, "Whether you know or not doesn't really matter, does it? What's important is that we shouldn't let others control our interests. Otherwise, the consequences will only get worse."

Ayan's words struck Mr. Bell deeply, especially the part about the consequences worsening when controlled by others. It plunged him into deep thought, and his face grew as heavy as a forest shrouded in mist.

Ayan noticed Mr. Bell's reaction, and without revealing his intentions, he cast a few glances at him. There was a faint smile in his eyes, and his gentle voice followed, "Mr. Bell, when it comes to collaboration, I prefer partners who are open and straightforward, rather than those who are sly and cunning behind the scenes. Such partners, I believe, are good for a one-time deal, but there won't be a second chance."

Mr. Bell's expression shifted slightly, and he replied with a forced smile, "I understand your point. I feel the same way. After all, no one wants to choose a sly and cunning person. But sometimes, people have no choice, right?"

Ayan raised an eyebrow and gave a slight smile. "So, Mr. Bell, do you have something you have no choice but to do?"

Mr. Bell hesitated for a moment, not entirely understanding Ayan's meaning. His expression briefly stiffened, but he managed to smile and said, "Of course not."

"That's good," Ayan said, his tone remaining calm.

The atmosphere fell into a momentary silence. Ayan's gaze remained fixed on Mr. Bell without wavering. Mr. Bell, feeling somewhat uneasy, asked, "Mr. Simpson, why are you staring at me like that?"

Ayan replied, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just pondering a question."

"What question?"

"Why, with such a good relationship between you and Mrs. Bell, did you end up getting a divorce?"

Ayan bluntly voiced the question that had been on his mind, causing Mr. Bell's face to momentarily stiffen. However, he quickly regained his composure, knowing that Mrs. Bell had likely shared this information with Camille. Camille would surely tell Ayan.

Still, Ayan's direct inquiry must have been surprising.

Mr. Bell said, "Ayan, you seem to know everything. I won't beat around the bush. It's true that my divorce is being used against me by Mr. Mikkola, and there are some things that are beyond my control."

Ayan asked, "Is it such a big deal? Why let someone hold it over you?"

"It has a significant impact on us. We've always had good relations with the outside world. If the divorce were to be exposed, it would come at a high cost."

"Is the cost higher than what Mr. Mikkola took from you?" Ayan smiled, a light and airy smile, as if he were asking Mr. Bell whether he had really thought it through.

Mr. Bell fell silent once again, but Ayan didn't have the intention to continue pressing him. In his usual cold tone, he said, "He only knows about your divorce, right?"

"Of course, we just got divorced..."

Ayan didn't let Mr. Bell finish and interrupted, "So you're quite sure he only knows about your divorce and is using it as leverage, right?"

"Of course," Mr. Bell's tone was somewhat stern, with an unquestionable resolve. He said, "Only this."

"Alright, if it's the only threat, then it's just a divorce. Are you going to let him do as he pleases? What if he finds out another one of your secrets? How would that play out?"

Ayan curled his lips into a smile, and the look in his eyes seemed to tell Mr. Bell that he knew much more than just about the divorce, and there were other things that were even more important to Mr. Bell.