Chapter 758 Confrontation

In the dimly lit room, two figures faced each other in silence. The

tension in the air was palpable as they stared at each other with cold,

unyielding gazes.

On one side stood a tall and imposing man dressed in black. His sharp

features were accentuated by the flickering light of a lone candle on the

table beside him. He exuded an aura of danger and power that made

even the bravest men tremble.

On the other side was a petite woman with delicate features and long,

flowing hair. Despite her small stature, she emanated an air of

confidence and determination that belied her appearance.

For several minutes, neither spoke nor moved. They simply stood

there, sizing each other up like predators preparing to pounce on their

prey.

Finally, it was the man who broke the silence. "You know why I'm here,”

he said in a low voice that carried an undercurrent of menace.

The woman nodded calmly but did not speak.

“You've been meddling where you shouldn't be," he continued. "And

now you're going to pay for it."

The woman's expression remained unchanged as she replied evenly: “I

have done nothing wrong."

"Wrong or not," he snarled, taking a step forward. "You will suffer for

your interference.”

At this point, both parties knew that words would no longer suffice. It

was time for action - time to see who would emerge victorious from this

deadly game of cat-and-mouse.

With lightning speed, they launched themselves at each other - fists

flying and weapons drawn - determined to emerge triumphant from this

epic battle of wills.

Camille narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her expression

remained indifferent, and her voice lacked any warmth as she said, "I

can't help you. I can't speak for you. If you really don't want to continue

with this project, then resign instead of coming to me. You should talk to

your company's leaders. I don't have that much power.”

Louise felt powerless and stared at Camille as she said, "Are you really

going to push me over the edge?"

“Louise, are you mistaken? It's not me pushing you over the edge; it's

your own problem that has nothing to do with me. I haven't done

anything to harm you; on the contrary, every time it was you who came

looking for trouble with me. So why should I speak up for you? Are you

trying to make things difficult for others?"

Camille felt speechless; she didn't want to waste any more time arguing

with Louise about this matter.

She walked around Louise and left the restroom quickly before heading

back into the meeting room.

Their entire conversation was heard by a man in another restroom stall.

After Camille left, a handsome man stepped out of his stall blocking

Louise's view of him in front of her light source.

Louise turned around quickly and said,"Mr. Baxter!"

Preston ignored what Louise had just said but smiled slightly while his

lips curled upwards revealing an increasingly deeper smile as he

asked,"You want out of this project? Do You also want out from your

company completely?"

Louise looked at Preston blankly like she had found a life-saving straw

nodding her head eagerly,"Mr. Baxter, Can You help Me? Can You give

Me one chance?"

Preston leaned closer towards Louise while speaking neither too lightly

nor too heavily,"l have one way but it will be tough.”

“I'm not afraid! I'm willing!" replied Louise confidently.

"Good then." Preston calculated everything behind his eyes which

made even Louise feel shiver involuntarily yet all she could think about

now was how soon would be able get away from these people so there

wasn't much else on her mind right now.

With Preston's assurance, Louise became motivated again. She knew

that soon enough, she would be free from these people. However,

could She really handle what Preston had planned next?

Everything might not be as simple as She thought...

Preston didn't stay long with Louise, nor did he tell her when he would

start helping her. He simply asked her to wait and then left.

Preston finished work early at the museum and had made plans to

meet a business partner of Norman Group's for dinner in Darkmoor.

The partner was involved in foreign trade and had a new collaboration

opportunity that Austin had introduced to Preston.

The purpose of their dinner was to discuss this opportunity, but it

couldn't be done openly as it involved some illegal activities. However,

the profits were high while the risks and responsibilities were equally

great.

They chatted happily throughout their meal in a private room before

finalizing the deal. When they parted ways after dinner, Preston headed

towards his car only to bump into Ayan who had just finished his own

meal nearby.

It had been a while since they met alone like this; their last encounter

was during the museum project's banquet two days ago where Ayan

stole all the attention from Preston.

As they locked eyes with each other now, both could feel an array of

emotions stirring within them. They weren't afraid of each other though;

instead, they stared intently at one another without breaking eye

contact even for a moment.

Ayan broke the silence by asking casually: "Should I call you Mr. Baxter

or Mr. Walker?"

Preston replied nonchalantly: "Whatever makes Mr. Simpson happy."

Ayan chuckled softly before continuing: "But how can I do that? After

all, Mr. Baxter is currently wearing a mask and pretending to be

someone else entirely! If I were to remove your hat right now, you

wouldn't have any face left!"

Although Ayan spoke calmly without much emotion on his face or tone

of voice, every word he said felt like an insult aimed directly at

Preston's ego - implying that he was nothing more than an imposter

who couldn't show his true self in public.

Preston's face was cold and gloomy, filled with anger and displeasure.

He stood there motionless, his eyes burning with crimson fury. With a

cold snort, he said, "What does it matter if it's true or not? Mr. Simpson

knows who I am. Whether or not I can hold my head up high in front of

people is not for Mr. Simpson to decide. But I hope that when the

secrets of the Simpson family are exposed, Mr. Simpson will still be as

confident as he is now. I want to see if Cami will still stand by your side

then."

Preston brought up the topic of the Simpson family himself, which was

something Ayan had yet to figure out because Preston had been silent

on it for so long that investigating it was proving difficult.

Ayan couldn't find anything about something that had no clues or

purpose.

Seeing Ayan's expression change involuntarily made Preston burst into

a smug smile and his gaze became provocative as he spoke slowly: "If

Mr. Simpson doesn't believe us then let's wait and see who has the last

laugh?"

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly while maintaining an indifferent

expression on his face; he would naturally not be provoked by

Preston's taunts but there were ripples in his heart nonetheless . He

looked at Preston without any emotion on his face before retorting

coldly: "Since you have such great abilities why don't you show them

instead of hiding behind your words?"

"Don't worry Mr. Simpson everything happens for a reason; sooner or

later The Simpsons Family will pay for what they've done," replied

Preston calmly.

"Oh really?" Ayan sneered with an icy expression on his face before

continuing: "Do you have any evidence? Speaking recklessly comes

with consequences; haven't you learned how to speak properly yet? Or

is it because nobody around you has set a good example for how to

behave like a decent human being?"

With a cold look in his eyes Ayan warned him through these words not

to follow Sean's path lest they end up losing track of him altogether.

Preston immediately got agitated too and questioned directly: "Sean is

in your hands right? What's the point of hiding him like this? If you're

really so powerful why don't we confront each other face-to-face?"

"When it comes to confrontation? You think anyone can confront me

face-to-face?" Ayan sneered, his eyes filled with disdainful mockery. His

words were telling Preston that he was not worthy of confronting him.

Ayan had never considered Preston as an equal. If it weren't for the

fact that everything he did pointed towards the Simpson family, Ayan

wouldn't have bothered with him at all. He just wanted to know what

grudge or other issues he had with the Simpson family.

The two men stared at each other like this, and naturally, Preston was

struck by Ayan's words straight into his heart. His voice became cold

and harsh as he said, "Since Mr. Simpson is so confident, let's wait and

see!"

After speaking, Preston opened the car door and drove away.

Ayan stood still in place without moving. At this time Kian also walked

quickly over to him and saw that Ayan's face didn't look good. He

whispered,"Mr. Simpson, what did Preston say?"

Ayan faintly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice," Take me back to

The Simpson Mansion.”