Chapter 947: Tough Situation

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.

The road in question wasn't new and wasn't an area with minimal

traffic. It was currently under construction for new signage, including

the replacement of surveillance camera support poles. This was the

reason for the surveillance camera's absence.

However, the absence of surveillance cameras on this road didn't mean

there weren't any nearby. Thanks to Kian's efforts, he eventually found

out one.

From the surveillance footage, Kian saw what had transpired tonight. It

was no wonder Ayan's expression was so grim, and no wonder he

emphasized accounting for every expense, even if it were just a single

screw. The responsible party was Preston.

The surveillance footage was somewhat distant, as it was positioned

approximately three hundred meters across the road from the accident

site. It provided a 360-degree panoramic view of a sidewalk without any

blind spots.

Although the footage was a bit far, it was in high definition, allowing him

to clearly see the faces of the people involved.

Kian immediately contacted Ayan. It was already past 9 p. m.

"Did you find out?" Ayan answered promptly.

Kian could also hear Timmy's voice in the background. He conveyed all

the information he'd gathered in detail and then asked, "Mr. Simpson,

should we follow the legal procedure directly?"

"Print out the information as documents, and once the information

about the vehicle damage is available, have the dealership contact the

insurance company and send it to him. If he contacts you first, and if he

doesn't get in touch within three days, then report it to the police.”

Ayan wasn't concerned. He had no need for this money, nor the time to

waste on Preston. It would not only be a waste of time and effort but

also a drain on his emotions. This time, however, Ayan wasn't directly

handling the situation. He had left it to his insurance company to

manage. The only thing wasted would be Preston's time and emotion.

He had no intention of letting Preston off easily. Damaging another

person's property, even if it were just a single screw, warranted

compensation. Otherwise, how could Preston learn from his mistakes?

Even though compensation from Preston might not lead to genuine

remorse, Ayan wanted Preston to feel like a fishbone stuck in his

throat-uncomfortable and unable to swallow or spit out. He wanted him

to suffer.

However, Kian had his worries about involving the police. "What if we

report it to the police and Preston refuses to compensate?"

"Rest assured, he won't let things escalate to the point of involving the

police. If his reputation with the police is already tarnished, it would be

even harder for him to survive in Hance.”

Ayan was confident. His sole concern at the moment was whether

Preston would contact Cora. There had been no news from Cora for

several days, and all he could do was keep a close watch on Preston

and Eileen.

Ayan took a silent breath, with a very cold expression on his face. He

was silent for a short time, and then he nonchalantly said, "You deal

with this matter first."

"OK, Mr. Simpson.” The call ended when Kian finished.

Ayan put down the phone and looked at Timmy in front of him. Timmy

looked at him quietly when he answered the phone, as if he was

listening carefully to what he was saying.

Ayan extended his hand to Timmy. "Do you want Daddy to cuddle

you?"

Timmy's face lit up. "Yes, Daddy, cuddle me."

Timmy immediately crawled up from the carpet, opened his arms, and

dove into Ayan's embrace.

Camille descended from upstairs, just in time to witness this. She

grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of this heartwarming

moment.

The photo captured a father holding his son, the child's face filled with

an adorable smile, and the father's expression entirely focused on his

son.

Camille set the picture as her phone's screensaver, her smile lingering

as she continued walking downstairs.

Ayan, hearing Camille's footsteps, followed her gaze. Their eyes met,

and Ayan was the first to speak. "Is the talk over?"