Chapter 803: Going In Circles

Chapter 803: Going in Circles

Ayan drove into the garage, with still two minutes left before half an

hour had passed.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number from the previous call.

He said, "I've arrived. How do we proceed with the transaction?"

The other person smiled and replied, “Mr. Simpson, no need to rush.

Good things are never afraid of being late. Mr. Simpson, do you see a

car about a hundred meters away from you? Put the money in that car,

then drive to a nearby abandoned construction site. Someone will meet

you there."

Although Ayan had already anticipated that things wouldn't be so easy,

hearing the other person's words still made him extremely angry.

His tone was filled with indignant questioning, "Are you playing a trick

on me?"

"Mr. Simpson, it's a misunderstanding. I'm just being cautious. After all,

You have many helpers. What if they come along? From now on, Mr.

Simpson, put your phone back in your car as well, and follow my

instructions. Mrs. Simpson and I will be waiting here for your arrival.”

The man finished speaking and abruptly ended the call.

Ayan tightly gripped his phone but still followed the instructions given

by the other person.

However, while taking the money, he whispered into the car's real-time

voice system, "I won't have a phone next, and the car needs to be

changed. Find a way to follow me, but make sure the other side doesn't

know."

Having said that, he picked up the box of money and got into the white

car.

Then he drove out of the garage and followed the directions provided

by the man on the phone.

As Ayan drove, he maintained a calm demeanor. Perhaps the back and

forth were wearing down his patience, but suddenly, his whole being

felt calm, as if all his emotions had settled.

This clarity also sharpened his mind. Initially, when he learned about

Camille's situation, his thoughts were clouded with worry. But after a

day of various maneuvers and silent waiting, his anxious heart

gradually regained its rationality.

Based on the current situation and the conversation just now, he could

confirm that the person he had been communicating with was not the

mastermind behind Camille's abduction. This indicated that the other

side wasn't just one or two people, and they were well-prepared,

knowing when he was at Maple Leaves Mansion and when he was

busy.

Moreover, the other side was aware of Camille's schedule, so it couldn't

have been a spur-of-the-moment decision. They must have been

monitoring them for several days.

From all this information, Ayan was convinced of his speculation,

leading him to have a premonition that he probably wouldn't see

Camille today.

The other side had gone through so much trouble and made extensive

preparations. It couldn't be just for the money.

Then what was it for?

Ayan arrived at the abandoned construction site mentioned on the

phone. As he entered, he saw a black car parked in the middle of the

road. When he drove over, the person inside the black car also got out-

a young man who walked directly towards him.

Through the car window, the man said, "Mr. Simpson, we need to

switch cars now. You drive the one in front, and I'll take yours."

"Switch cars? The person I spoke to on the phone didn't mention this.

After the car switch, the transaction begins, and you take the money.

But where is the person I want?" Ayan sat in the car, gripping the

steering wheel with one hand, the engine still running. He was ready to

be on guard at any moment. His gaze carried a chilling sharpness as

he coldly scanned the man standing outside the car door and said, "Do

you think you can take this money from me without my consent?"

"So, Mr. Simpson, you're refusing to cooperate? Then I can't guarantee

that something won't happen to Mrs. Simpson.”

The man foolishly tried to threaten Ayan with Camille, naturally crossing

Ayan's bottom line. He narrowed his eyes, calmly held the car keys in

his hand, then forcefully pushed open the car door, crashing into the

man. The man winced and stumbled back several steps.

Ayan also got out of the car, standing tall and straight, his gaze fixed on

the man before him. He said, "Call the person behind you immediately.

If it's about the money, say it. If it's not about the money, state their

demands directly without beating around the bush."

Although the man initially seemed confident, he couldn't help but feel

intimidated by Ayan's strong presence.

The man couldn't meet Ayan's gaze and had to retreat to the black car.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

He faithfully relayed everything that had just happened and Ayan's

words, then cautiously approached and handed the phone to Ayan.

Ayan stared icily at the man for a moment, then reached out and took

the phone. He put it on speakerphone and coldly questioned, “Is this

your sincerity?"

The kidnapper was still using a voice changer, and his voice carried a

playful tone as he said, "Mr. Simpson, don't take it too seriously. We are

also prioritizing safety. After all, Mr. Simpson, you have quite the

capability, and we small fries can't afford not to be afraid. So, Mr.

Simpson, how about cooperating a little?"

“If you want to take the money, hand over the person to me."

"Mr. Simpson, you want the person, and I want the money. But for you,

the person is more important than the money. However, for me, if I can't

ensure my safety when I have the money, I won't be at ease. So, I must

guarantee my safety. If Mr. Simpson insists on this, I can simply forgo

the money. As for Mrs. Simpson, I can't guarantee what might happen

to her. Mr. Simpson should understand it than me. What do you say, Mr.

Simpson?"

Every word in the words was provoking Ayan, stabbing his heart with

each one.

He stood frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

He squinted his eyes, remaining unresponsive for an extended period.

The other person gave him enough time to consider, and after nearly a

minute of silence, he spoke again, asking, "Mr. Simpson, what's your

decision? Will you agree or not?"

Ayan cast a low, chilling gaze towards the man in front and said in a

deep, icy voice, "Fine, I can let your people leave by car, but how will

you hand over my wife to me?"

"Mr. Simpson, rest assured, as soon as I see the money, Mrs. Simpson

will be returned to your side without any harm."

"Good, I hope you keep your word."

Ayan threw his phone and keys directly at the man in front, then raised

his foot and walked towards the black car.

The man immediately drove away in the white car filled with money.

Watching the car gradually disappear from sight, Ayan's deep, pitch-

black eyes subconsciously narrowed. His face was cold and indifferent,

revealing no trace of emotion. He had no idea what the man was

thinking.

Ayan didn't drive for too long before he pulled over to the side of the

road and got out of the car.

In less than a minute, his men arrived in another car and stopped in

front of him. The car door opened, and Ayan sat in the back seat.

The bodyguard immediately handed him his phone, saying, "Mr.

Simpson, after you left the garage, no one appeared. We observed the

surroundings, and everything seemed normal. The other side seems to

have insufficient people, so there were hardly any people keeping an

eye on you."

Ayan nodded with a cold expression, and then his phone rang.

It was Kian calling.

Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, based on the tracker, we tracked down an

abandoned villa in the suburbs. They seem to be choosing these

abandoned buildings and garages, as if none of them can truly hide.

So, following your previous arrangements, Logan and I have learned

that there are a total of fifteen abandoned properties, garages, and

other buildings on the east side of Hance City. Our people, along with

the police, are investigating each one."

"Okay, send me John's numbers."

With Kian handling these matters, Ayan felt at ease.

So, now he needed to deal with another issue.

Although Kian didn't know why Ayan suddenly wanted John's contact,

he didn't dare to delay and immediately sent it to Ayan.

Ayan dialed the number himself, surprising John.

Interrupting his astonishment, Ayan spoke in a indifferent and calm

voice, “Immediately check the working hours and personal information

of the secretaries for the past three days and send it all to me."