Chapter 752: The Wager

In a luxurious private room in the casino, two men sat across from each

other at a table. One was dressed in expensive designer clothes and

had an air of arrogance about him, while the other wore simple clothing

and had a calm demeanor.

“I propose a wager," said the arrogant man. “I bet that I can win ten

million dollars in one night of gambling.”

The other man raised an eyebrow. "And what do you propose as the

stakes?"

“If I win, you must give me your entire fortune,” replied the arrogant

man.

The calm man chuckled. "And if I win?"

“You can have whatever you want," said the arrogant man confidently.

The calm man thought for a moment before agreeing to the wager. He

knew he was an expert gambler and felt confident that he could beat

his opponent.

As they began to play, it quickly became clear that the calm man was

indeed skilled at gambling. He won hand after hand, steadily increasing

his winnings throughout the night.

Meanwhile, the arrogant man grew increasingly frustrated as he lost

more and more money with each passing hour.

Finally, as dawn approached and their game came to an end, it was

clear who had won: The calm man had amassed over ten million

dollars in winnings while his opponent had lost everything he owned.

With a smug smile on his face, the calm man collected his winnings

and left without another word.

"What are my plans? I don't have any plans. If he had evidence, would

he still be trying to test you? He would have just come to me with the

evidence and demanded Sean." Ayan was calm and collected as he

spoke to Camille.

“Don't worry about him. If he comes looking for you again, just tell him

to come find me," Ayan continued.

Camille nodded in agreement, her expression becoming more serious.

"A living person can't just disappear without a trace. What if Preston

really does find evidence?" she asked.

"We'll deal with it when it happens,” Ayan replied confidently. Whether

or not Preston found anything didn't matter much in the grand scheme

of things.

If Preston did find something, it would only make things easier for them

all. But Ayan knew that Preston wouldn't act until he was sure that

Sean was in his hands.

Despite knowing everything that was going on, Ayan refused to reveal

anything unless provoked by Preston himself. He wanted to see who

could hold out longer - him or Preston.

After dinner at a restaurant, Camille and Ayan left together in his car.

They knew they were being followed but didn't let it bother them too

much.

A few days had passed since they last saw Timmy at Simpson's

mansion due to recent events but now they planned on visiting him

tonight after work hours ended for both of them

As soon as they arrived back at Simpson Group headquarters, Ayan

got back into work mode and attended several meetings throughout the

afternoon before returning back home where Kian updated him on

tomorrow's schedule before asking about Sean's situation.

"Don't worry, everything is fine. The people watching him have never

shown their faces around us, so it won't raise any suspicion or

attention," Kian reassured.

"We can't let our guard down. We need to change personnel more

frequently,” Ayan replied.

"Okay, I understand," Kian nodded in agreement.

Ayan didn't say anything else. He didn't want to waste too much effort

on someone like Sean.

Preston had a busy afternoon. He tried his best to find out about Ayan's

properties but couldn't find anything useful after visiting every single

one of them. He believed that Ayan must have kept Sean in one of his

properties under his name, but Ayan had already thought of this and

took Sean directly to a villa under the name of the old Simpson family

as soon as he captured him.

This villa was located in Hance City's famous wealthy area and was not

just for show since there were actual people living around it. Who would

think that someone could hide a person inside such a luxurious villa?

Preston couldn't find Sean anywhere and became increasingly

frustrated with each passing moment. Just then, Molly called him again:

"Preston, I'm flying back to Flento City tomorrow morning. Can you give

me a ride?"

“I'l arrange for a driver to take you," Preston replied bluntly since he

wasn't the driver himself.

Molly hesitated for a moment but didn't feel like there was anything

wrong with what Preston said since she only wanted to see him

anyway: "Can I come see you instead?"

"Molly, I have many things on my plate right now; can you please stop

being childish?" Preston snapped impatiently at her before realizing

that he sounded too harsh and added softly: "Be good and go back

home first; handle the Walker family's affairs properly.”

Now that Sean went missing, he needed to find him as soon as

possible.

Molly didn't say anything else except nodding obediently before

hanging up the phone.

However, she wasn't ready yet to give up on seeing Preston just yet so

she took a taxi alone all the way down from her hotel room straight

towards where Preston lived hoping maybe she could catch sight of

him doing something important or urgent.

She waited for what felt like an eternity until it got dark outside at 7 pm

when finally saw Preston's car pull into his garage downstairs from

where she stood hiding behind safety doors leading into another

hallway nearby his apartment door without being seen by anyone else

who might be walking by at this time of night.

Soon, she saw Preston walking out of the elevator holding hands with a

woman. The woman's voice was gentle and she laughed, and the two

of them had an intimate relationship as they walked into the house.

She also came out of the safety passage door, still smelling the

fragrance left by the woman and Preston in the air. It was a familiar

scent that made her face stiffen with pain and sadness. She didn't stay

long, turned around and walked into the elevator to leave.

Molly also had some unprecedented thoughts in her mind. Originally,

she always thought that if Preston didn't love Camille he could love her

instead. But now everything that appeared before her clearly told her

that it wasn't like this at all - he could not love Camille but he could love

someone else; just not her.

She really wanted to ask Preston if he really couldn't spare even a little

bit of his love for her?

Hance City at night is colorful; city lights are lively words.

The Simpson's mansion is located on a mountainous position in Hance

City overlooking downtown Hance City from above; surrounded by

silence without being disturbed by any city smoke.

Tonight because Camille came back with Ayan, The Simpson's

mansion was also very lively.

The old Simpson and Timmy were very happy; Timmy can walk now so

he runs everywhere. When he saw Camille, he stuck to her like glue.

The old Simpson saw that Camille's relationship with Ayan was getting

closer every day which made him genuinely happy inside.

After dinner everyone sat in the living room chatting about various

things but no one mentioned what happened two days ago since The

old Simpson didn't know about it either.

The old Simpson looked at Camille holding Timmy and couldn't help

teasing: "Look at this little guy! He usually has such a good relationship

with me but after seeing his mom again, she's still his favorite."

Camille smiled as she looked down at Timmy who was snuggled up

against her chest - as a mother naturally would be happy after carrying

him for ten months without any trouble or hardship!

But The old Simpson treated Timmy just as well too - gently pinching

his chubby cheeks while saying: "Timmy loves everyone too right?"

Timmy seemed to understand nodding his head while clapping his

hands which caused everyone in room to laugh happily together

afterwards.

Later on, Camile gave Timy bath before handing him over to Auntie for

bed time .

It wasn't too late yet, so she chatted with the old Simpson, Fletcher,

and Talia while Ayan played chess with the old Simpson. "Let's make a

bet!" said the old Simpson.

Ayan couldn't help but laugh. "What do you want to bet on?"

The old Simpson thought for a moment and then said seriously, "If I

win, you have to do something for me."

"And if I win?"

"Then you can say whatever you want."

The old Simpson was not afraid at all and didn't seem to think he would

lose. After all, he had taught Ayan how to play chess. Although they

were evenly matched most of the time when they played together as

grandfather and grandson, he had eaten more salt than Ayan had

eaten rice. How could he not win once?

At this moment, Fletcher cleared his throat as if hinting at something.

But before Ayan could react, the old Simpson spoke up again. "Don't let

me win just because I'm older than you or because your father taught

you how to play chess. I'm not so senile that I need someone to go

easy on me when we play chess."

Ayan glanced at Fletcher who shook his head helplessly before walking

over to sit down with a cup of tea.

"Okay," said Ayan with a smile. "Whatever you say goes. But what are

we betting on?"