Chapter 800: Trampled

Chapter 800: Trampled

She was grabbed by two men who reached out and was immediately

being forced into a car.

Camille instinctively called out, "Help! Hel..."

But she wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence as her mouth was

immediately covered.

The security personnel at Maple Leaves Mansion's entrance heard the

cry for help and rushed out of the security room. They saw Camille

being taken into the car, which then arrogantly sped away. The security

guards chasing after them were utterly useless.

Because Camille frequently entered and exited the premises and they

knew her identity, the security guards couldn't afford any delay. They

immediately returned to the security room to inform their supervisor,

who then contacted Kian.

Upon receiving the news, Kian wasted no time and knocked on the

door of the conference room.

Ayan was in a meeting with the company's senior management, and

the meeting couldn't be interrupted.

So when Kian entered and spoke, everyone's attention turned to Ayan.

Kian quickly said, "Sorry for the interruption, everyone."

He hurriedly walked to Ayan's side and briefly explained what he had

just learned.

Upon hearing the news, Ayan's face turned cold in an instant. He

instinctively stood up from his chair, his deep eyes revealing a chilling

indifference. Before anyone could react, he was already walking

towards the conference room door.

The others were stunned. Kian quickly explained, "Mr. Simpson has

something urgent to attend to. The meeting will be paused here, and I'l

inform everyone when Mr. Simpson is available. Thank you for your

understanding.”

After speaking, Kian hurriedly caught up with Ayan.

Ayan had already reached the elevator, his head down, looking at his

phone, and instantly understood.

He felt immense guilt and self-blame. If only he had seen Camille's

message, none of this would have happened.

Ayan's face was extremely grim, his brows furrowed tightly. Seeing him

like this, Kian cautiously asked, "Mr. Simpson, I had the surveillance at

Maple Leaves Mansion checked. It took Mrs. Simpson about ten

minutes from leaving her house to reaching the entrance of the

residential area. They clearly came prepared. So now, should we wait

for their contact or should we report it to the police?"

With a cold expression, Ayan's voice filled with a chilling tone, he said,

"Take me to Preston's residence.”

Kian was slightly taken aback and asked, "Mr. Simpson, do you

suspect Preston?"

Ayan didn't answer. The coldness on his face became more apparent,

and his dark eyes were filled with a sinister coldness.

Preston's residence was close to Simpson Group, but Ayan felt that the

journey was incredibly long.

Accompanied by Kian, he took the elevator all the way to Preston's

residence.

Austin used to live here, but Ayan had never been here nor cared about

where any of them lived.

The elevator doors opened, and he walked out from inside. Kian

pointed to a nearby door and was about to ring the doorbell when Ayan

bypassed him and walked directly to the door. He lifted his hand and

pounded on the door with a heavy "thud, thud, thud.”

Seeing this, Kian quickly stepped forward to knock on the door in

Ayan's place. As he looked at Ayan's extremely grim expression, he

whispered, "Mr. Simpson, do you suspect that Mrs. Simpson was taken

by Preston?"

Ayan didn't speak, and at that moment, the door opened.

Ayan raised his gaze to look at Preston, his expression suddenly

turning icy. His deep and cold eyes locked onto him without a moment's

hesitation.

Seeing Ayan, a trace of surprise flashed in Preston's eyes. But the next

second, he curved his lips into a smile and said, "Mr. Simpson? What a

rare visit. What brings you here?"

Ayan narrowed his deep eyes slightly. Preston's attitude registered as a

blatant provocation to him. He stepped past Kian and delivered a heavy

punch to Preston, catching him off guard and leaving him no time to

react.

Preston staggered back several steps, and by the time he regained his

balance, Ayan lunged forward again, landing a second punch. Ayan's

emotions were completely out of control, and he continued to pummel

Preston several times. When Preston finally regained his senses and

attempted to retaliate, Ayan had already pressed him against the wall.

Ayan questioned in a cold voice, "Where is she? Preston, I warn you,

you better release her immediately, or I'll make you wish you were

dead.”

Ayan put all his strength into each punch, causing blood to trickle from

the corners of Preston's mouth. He held Preston tightly, rendering him

immobile. Faced with Ayan's questioning, Preston was filled with anger

and retorted, "Ayan, who are you talking about? You better explain

yourself. What does this sudden intrusion mean? You better let go of

me right now, or I can suit you for intentional harm."

"Hah, do you think I'm afraid of you? If you have the guts, go ahead

and file a lawsuit. But are you sure you can walk out of this door?"

"Ayan, are you planning to kill me like this?"

"Stop wasting words. Tell me, where did you take Camille? My patience

is wearing thin. If you dare to harm her, everyone associated with you

will pay the price. So, where is Camille? Speak!"

He clenched his fist, his eyes sharp and filled with icy hostility, his voice

cold and devoid of emotion. "Speak!"

Preston furrowed his brow, struggling several times, but there was no

response. He squinted his eyes and coldly replied, "I don't know what

you're talking about. Camille isn't with me, and I've never ordered

anyone to take her. But you, aren't you her husband? Shouldn't you

know where she is? Yet, you're asking a stranger like me, Ayan, don't

you find that ridiculous?"

Of course, Ayan didn't believe what he said. The pressure on Preston's

neck intensified, causing it to turn red. Due to the lack of guard and that

the force of Ayan was strong, and naturally, it caused significant pain on

him.

Their gazes locked onto each other, both filled with coldness. Ayan's

eyes were filled with angry coldness, while Preston's eyes revealed a

hint of mocking smile.

As if mocking Ayan for not being able to find his wife but still

questioning him.

This naturally infuriated Ayan. He interrogated, “Do you think you

haven't been beaten enough? Do I need to beat you further to make

you realize your mistake?"

The feeling of being controlled and unable to resist, unable to retaliate,

was extremely frustrating. It made Preston believe that Ayan was

mocking him for being useless.

Preston tightly pursed his lips, his face extremely unsightly, and he

said, "Ayan, if you think I took Camille, then please provide evidence. If

there is no evidence, accusing me would be defamation. If you don't let

go, I will definitely sue you. I will make everyone aware of what kind of

oppressive person Mr. Simpson from the Simpson Group is."

Ayan snorted coldly, “Do as you please. If you have the ability, go

ahead. So, until now, you still won't admit it?"

“I didn't do anything, so why should I admit it? Blaming others for things

they didn't do is something your Simpson family always likes to do. But

Ayan, I'm not one of those trampled by the Simpson family, and I won't

succumb to your oppression just because of the Simpson Group."

Each word from Preston hinted at the heinous acts committed by the

Simpson Group and the Simpson family, as if he had witnessed them

firsthand. However, Ayan naturally didn't believe it. After all, Preston

had always held such attitudes towards them . There would naturally be

no kind words from him.

But amidst Preston's words, Ayan still caught glimpses of hidden

meanings. However, his mind was filled with Camille, and he didn't

have the spare mental capacity to delve deeper.

After Preston's words, Ayan's expression remained cold. His phone

rang at that moment.

However, he didn't make any move and maintained his posture

throughout. Kian was also astonished by his actions, as he had

followed Ayan for so long and had never seen this side of him. Because

Ayan was in the dominant position, he didn't step forward to help but

stood aside, ready to intervene at any moment.

Ayan's phone continued to ring, but he didn't react at all. Kian

whispered, "Mr. Simpson, maybe you should answer the call.”

Only then did Ayan glance coldly at Preston, loosening his grip on his

collar, and took a step back to create some distance. He took out his

phone and answered directly, "Speak!"

A man’s voice came from the other end, "Mr. Simpson, would you like

to talk to Mrs. Simpson?"