Chapter 988: Implication

Chapter 988: Implication

This was something he had just promised Camille, and he intended to

keep his word.

Ayan's attitude was firm, but would such determination have other

consequences given the current situation?

Kian was somewhat hesitant. "Mr. Simpson, if we don't allow her to hire

a lawyer, I'm concerned that if things escalate, Austin will use this as an

opportunity to cooperate with Preston.”

"They're just a few struggling people. Even if they want to cooperate,

what can they do? They don't have any leverage over me now. If they

have reasons and motives to collaborate, it's their fate,” Ayan replied

without a hint of emotion.

He had many people and matters to guard against, and even Old

Simpson was returning to Hance. So, he didn't have the luxury of time

to worry about whether Austin would partner with Preston again.

It would be better to spend the extra time with Timmy and Camille,

nurture their relationship, and get back together with Camille as soon

as possible.

Kian, of course, couldn't fathom Ayan's thoughts and was worried that

this decision might lead to unexpected consequences. However, Ayan's

determination was unwavering, so Kian had no choice but to hand over

the documents for Ayan to sign.

After briefing Ayan on the work, Kian was about to leave when Ayan

suddenly stopped him and asked, "Are you together with Yessica now?"

Ayan's inquiry was casual and without much emotion. Kian was taken

aback for a moment, then instinctively looked at Ayan's face. Unable to

discern any change, he felt uneasy, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his

eyes as he replied in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, I..."

He hesitated as if he wanted to explain but couldn't find the right words,

so he hesitated and couldn't make much sense.

Ayan unconsciously furrowed his brow and said lightly, "What are you

so nervous about?"

"Mr. Simpson, I'm not nervous. I just don't know how to say it." Kian

replied in a low voice.

Ayan continued, "If you two are together, then that's fine. Are you afraid

that I'll spread the news? Or do you have some concerns? Do you not

intend to publicly acknowledge your relationship with Yessica?"

Ayan's consecutive questions left Kian struggling to explain himself. He

hurriedly clarified, "Mr. Simpson, that's not what I meant. I never

thought of it that way. Of course, I hope you and Mrs. Simpson know.

I'm just afraid you might think it's not a big deal and a waste of your

time."

After all, he had been with Ayan for a long time, and he knew Ayan well.

These were trivial matters to him and hardly worth mentioning.

Ayan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a trace of wry amusement.

"So, in your mind, am I such an unfeeling person?"

Kian froze, unable to provide a clear answer.

He quickly explained, "Of course not. I never thought of it that way."

Seeing Kian's nervousness, Ayan found it amusing. He said lightly, "No

other meaning. There's no need to be nervous. I just wanted to remind

you that since you're together with Yessica, treat her well. Don't take

her for granted just because you're together."

"All right, Mr. Simpson. You can rest assured. I know how to handle it,

and I genuinely like Yessica, which is why we're together. If I didn't have

feelings or any connection with her, I wouldn't waste her time."

"That's good."

"Yeah," Kian nodded and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking

softly, "Mr. Simpson, the reason I could be with Yessica was all thanks

to you and Mrs. Simpson's matchmaking, so I don't know if it's

convenient for you and Mrs. Simpson, but I'd like to invite you both to

have dinner.”

Kian summoned up considerable courage to utter these words. After all,

he was just an employee, and inviting his boss to dinner was probably

an unprecedented event. After all, Ayan had a busy schedule and

earned more in a minute than he did in a lifetime. Having dinner with

him might seem like a significant waste of time.

But even so, Kian wanted to give it his all. Dreams had to be pursued;

who knew, it might just come true?

After Kian's request, Ayan fell into a brief silence, as if genuinely

considering it. Then, the next moment, he spoke, "Arrange a time with

Mrs. Simpson, have her set a date, and then let me know."

Was this an agreement?

Kian was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Of course, I'll contact Mrs.

Simpson right away.”

He was afraid that Ayan would change his mind in an instant.

Kian immediately contacted Camille, citing gratitude as the reason.

Camille naturally didn't refuse, and they scheduled it for tomorrow

night.

Kian promptly booked the best restaurant for the occasion, Silver Glade

Manor, and even reserved a private room. This time, unlike his usual

business outings, there would only be the four of them, and he would

be footing the bill. Therefore, he had to choose the most suitable

invitation.

However, the dinner was still a day away, so he planned to discuss it

with Yessica after work that evening.

Thanks to Ayan's insistence, Cora's intentions naturally did not bear

fruit.

Cora had been detained by the police for several days, and during this

time, she had no contact with Preston. Preston, however, couldn't

simply ignore everything that had been happening, especially when he

saw what was developing online. To be honest, he found it quite

satisfying.

After all, anyone who opposed Simpson Group was considered a friend

in his book.

So, he decided to put Cora's situation on hold for the time being and

took the initiative to contact Mr. Mikkola, whom he hadn't met in person

yet.

After connecting the call, he introduced himself to Mr. Mikkola, who

responded with extreme coldness and no trace of friendliness. But

Preston didn't mind and remained even more enthusiastic, saying, "Mr.

Mikkola, although it hasn't been clear whose idea it is about online

leakage, I know it must have been yours. Otherwise, no one has such

sophisticated means. Ayan has been doing as he pleases for too long,

and now everyone follows his orders and arrangements. It's as if he's

treating us as his employees, which is unfair to us.”

Mr. Mikkola had indeed seen what Preston had done. Although these

were matters involving women, for Mr. Mikkola, a man who couldn't

even handle women's affairs well, it was unlikely he could accomplish

anything significant.

So, his attitude towards Preston wasn't particularly favorable, and he

even carried a hint of disdain in his tone as he said, "Mr. Walker, what

do you mean by these words? If you continue, I'm afraid I'll have to

accuse you of slander. After all, Simpson Group is currently

investigating who is behind these matters. If someone hears what Mr.

Walker just said, it will be hard for me to explain.”

Preston couldn't help but let out a silent scoff at Mr. Mikkola's response.

While he felt a strong sense of disdain deep within, he maintained a

facade of cordiality and replied, "I understand what Mr. Mikkola means.

Given our current situation, with just the two of us involved, there's no

need for Mr. Mikkola to be overly cautious."

Mr. Mikkola continued to avoid a direct response to these statements,

offering only a vague reply, "Mr. Walker, you may not know it, but when

I saw those things online, I genuinely felt afraid. I don't want to become

a tool for someone else's manipulation.”

Preston maintained his smile and remarked, "Mr. Mikkola, if I'm not

mistaken, your ambitions must go beyond obtaining control of the

Modest Temple Hotel's publicity, right?"

Mr. Mikkola remained silent, prompting Preston to press further. "I truly

admire your aspirations, Mr. Mikkola. However, achieving such grand

objectives may be challenging for a single person. Why not consider

partnering with me?"

Faced with Preston's invitation and insinuation, Mr. Mikkola did not give

a direct answer. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "I don't understand

what Mr. Walker is saying."

“That's alright. Contact me when Mr. Mikkola understands. I called to let

Mr. Mikkola know what's on my mind," Preston replied without further

explanation and ended the call.

As for whether Mr. Mikkola would consider his words, who could say for

sure?