Chapter 806: Swagger

Chapter 806: Swagger

Ayan's thin lips pursed tightly as his eyes flickered with a cold

indifference, creating an atmosphere that made others dare not be

disturbed.

After a forty-minute drive, the car parked on the side of the road, about

five hundred meters away from the hot spring villa.

Overgrown with weeds, this vast area had been bought out for the

development of the hot spring resort, and no one lived here, making it

exceptionally desolate.

Choosing this place to hide someone was indeed a good idea.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat turned to look at Ayan. "Mr.

Simpson, let me check for any surveillance or monitoring devices first.

We don't want to be discovered before we even enter.”

Ayan nodded, and the bodyguard quickly turned on the computer and

worked swiftly. Finally, he confirmed that there was a surveillance

camera at the main entrance and two more inside. He immediately

reported this to Ayan.

Ayan remained silent, his gaze fixed outside the window, lost in

thought.

For almost a minute, everything was quiet before Ayan spoke calmly,

"When I go in later, if I face any danger, you must ensure her safety.

After I confirm she's here, you can contact Kian to prepare.”

The bodyguard nodded, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "Mr.

Simpson, it may be dangerous for you to go in alone. Why not let me

accompany you?"

"No need. You stay here. If someone else enters besides me, who

knows what Austin might do?"

After saying that, Ayan instructed the driver and the bodyguard to get

out of the car. He then got out of the car himself and walked to the

driver's seat.

He sat in the car, started the engine, and headed toward the hot spring

villa.

The car stopped at the front gate, but instead of getting out, Ayan

honked the horn.

The once empty and quiet hot spring villa was instantly surrounded by

the sound of the car horn, alerting those inside.

Austin had just been leaning back on a wooden rocking chair. Upon

hearing the loud horn, he immediately sat up, his eyes filled with

vigilance and unease.

His subordinates looked at him, asking, "Mr. Norman, someone's here?

Could it be our people?"

Austin's expression remained cold and indifferent, with a hint of chill in

his eyes. "Do you think our people would be so blatant?"

"You mean it's someone else?"

"Go and check."

"Alright, I'll go now.”

Austin's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, but he still had some

doubts. He quickly summoned another subordinate. "What about her?"

"Mr. Norman, don't worry. Everything is fine. We have her locked in a

room, tied to a chair. There's no way she can escape.”

This person had been keeping an eye on Camille all along and was

aware of her identity. He had entertained the idea of sleeping with

Ayan's wife, thinking that it would be a lifelong boast.

But it remained just a thought, as it required courage and audacity. If

Ayan found out, he would probably end him without hesitation.

Austin seemed to have seen through his thoughts and glanced at him

with a cold gaze. In a detached tone, he said, "Put away those thoughts

in your mind. She is of great use to me."

"Mr. Norman, I understand. I just wonder if, after you're done with her,

you could give us a chance?"

"With money, what kind of woman can't you have?" Austin had no

intention of treating Camille in such a way. He knew that if he really did

that, Ayan would do everything in his power to retaliate against him and

the Norman family, making it a lose-lose situation.

He believed that what he was doing now didn’t intend to harm Camille.

It was all because Ayan had wronged him first. If it weren't for Ayan

constantly keeping Cora away from him, why would he resort to such

actions?

As Austin contemplated, his men finished checking the surveillance.

His expression became serious and tense as he said, "Mr. Norman, it

seems to be Ayan. He knows that we've been stalking him, so he's

been watching the surveillance cameras closely.”

Upon hearing Ayan's name, Austin's expression froze instantly.

He asked, "Is he alone or did he bring someone with him?"

"Just one car, and he's the only person inside."

"That's impossible. Ayan is always cunning. Double-check and give me

a definite answer. I need to know if he's alone or not.”

His face turned unpleasant. While Ayan finding this place wasn't

entirely unexpected, it still felt too soon.

With a cold face, Austin's gaze remained fixed as he seemed lost in

thought. Suddenly, he paused, as if he had figured something out, and

then he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

After a brief ring, someone answered on the other end, "Hello, Mr.

Norman!?"

"Call and ask where Ayan's secretary is. Tell him you have something

important to discuss."

"Mr. Norman, it will be exposing my location like this!"

"Sean, don't worry. I'm here, and since I promised to protect you, I will

do it." Austin lit a cigarette and took a drag, a hint of disdain flickering in

his eyes. But his voice remained calm as he continued, "Sean, don't

have any concerns. I'm not as ruthless as Mr. Baxter. If you're willing to

cooperate with me, then we're friends. Shouldn't friends help each

other?"

"Besides, I want to see if Sean is truly sincere with me."

After finishing his words, Austin ended the call. His men also returned

after their investigation, and after double-checking, they were certain.

Austin asked, "It's only Ayan, right? Just him?"

"Yes, Mr. Norman, it's only Ayan, just him. But..."

"But what?"

“I can't help but feel he's too calm. Is he not afraid at all? He doesn't

seem to care about us, as if he's already prepared for us. Shouldn't we

leave with his wife first? Let him be unable to catch up with us?"

This kind of talk was undermining their own morale.

Austin's face filled with coldness, and he kicked out angrily, “Get lost!"

Austin was furious. He questioned the man who was kicked and had

stumbled back several steps, "What do you mean? Do you think Ayan

is formidable? Am I not as good as him? Can't I come up against him?"

The man was terrified.

He looked at Austin with a timid face and said, "Mr. Norman, you

misunderstood. I didn't mean that. I was just worried."

"Worried? What's there for you to worry about? Do I need you to worry

for me? Get lost, and don't let me see you."

Austin was extremely angry. Who did this guy think he was? Every

word he said showed his fear of Ayan.

Was he scared?

What was Ayan compared to him?

Was Ayan even worthy of making him afraid?

Austin completely ignored one question, not knowing who had once

said that the less a person has, the more sensitive he becomes.

Austin confirmed that it was indeed only Ayan who had come, so he

dialed to Ayan.

He put it on speakerphone, sat back in his chair, held a cup of coffee,

and provocatively spoke, "Mr. Simpson, since you're here, why don't

you get out of the car and come inside? I won't come to greet you. And

you just come on your own!"

Austin deliberately spoke this way, intentionally showing his superiority

over Ayan.

But Ayan didn't care about all that. He simply pushed open the car door

and got out. He was wearing a black suit that he had worn at the

company during the day, but after a long day of running around, he had

loosened his tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone,

exuding a hint of reckless and ruthless aura.

He closed the car door and walked towards the entrance of the hot

spring villa. The row of villas inside was neat and tidy, although

abandoned, the structures were still intact. Ayan casually glanced at

them and spoke in a cool voice, "Where are you? Playing hide and

seek?"

Austin chuckled, "Mr. Simpson, with your abilities, I believe you can find

me. You have ten minutes. Hm?"