Chapter 807: Escaping

Chapter 807: Escaping

Ayan's face turned icy, but the coldness quickly dissipated in a matter

of seconds.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, not intending to speak, but his mind was

already searching for answers.

Austin, unable to get a response from him and seeing him standing still

through the surveillance, asked, "Mr. Simpson, don't want to comply?

Well, of course, you wouldn't compromise for a woman. Since Mr.

Simpson is unwilling to do what I asked, then please leave."

Ayan stood there, unmoving. Naturally, he was aware that Austin was

currently watching him from a room. With narrowed eyes, a cold glint

flickered in his gaze as he spoke in a calm voice, "If you want me to

play hide and seek with you, why create so much fuss? If you want

Cora, you could simply come find me directly. By doing what you're

doing now, do you think we can have a civilized conversation?"

Austin smirked provocatively, "Mr. Simpson, I also want to have a

proper conversation, but Mr. Simpson is not willing to give me that

chance. I have no other option. Since this method can make Mr.

Simpson come to me willingly, I think it's not a bad idea. At least you

can give me that opportunity, right? Mr. Simpson, you have nine

minutes and twenty seconds left. Do you want to continue wasting it?"

Austin taunted, "For the sake of fairness, let's stop the conversation for

now. I'll be waiting to talk to Mr. Simpson face-to-face. Hurry up!"

With that, Austin hung up the phone.

Ayan tightly gripped his phone, his handsome face wrapped in

coldness, concealing the restrained emotions he had been struggling to

control.

He stood still for a moment, briefly lost in thought, before finally taking a

step towards the direction on his left.

Watching Ayan's chosen path, Austin in front of the surveillance screen

curled his lips into a smile. The people around him also noticed his

expression and joined in the laughter. "Mr. Norman, Ayan won't be able

to find us in ten minutes. He's definitely going to lose. Have you

decided on how to punish him?"

Austin chuckled lightly and casually replied, "No rush, I'll decide when

the time comes. With such a large area here, I don't believe Ayan can

find us in a second. It's a sizable place, even if he drives around in

circles, it would take at least half an hour. Besides, he's on foot. I want

to see how capable he really is. He's good at hiding people, right? Now

let him experience the challenge of finding someone."

Austin's dissatisfaction towards Ayan was brimming, and his hatred for

Ayan ran deep. Ayan had made him lose face in both the Cora and Mr.

and Mrs. Bell projects. Even after returning to Campole, he couldn't get

rid of Ayan. Now that Ayan had come to Hance City, he was still using

those matters to threaten and remind him. So, he decided to strike first.

For him, completely alienating Ayan was no different from the current

situation.

After all, they could never be friends. Their relationship was destined to

be one of confrontation.

With a cold snort, Austin lay back down. Ayan had already left the

surveillance screen, and this place was too large. It was a temporary

choice for Austin, so it wasn't feasible to install cameras in every single

villa.

Therefore, no one knew that once Ayan had evaded the cameras, he

immediately messaged his bodyguard, asking him to send the detailed

layout of this place. It was found on the internal network of this hot

spring villa, containing records of every building and the more discreet

areas. It was easy to understand the layout and locate hidden places.

Ayan instructed his bodyguard to discreetly use a drone to scout

Camille's hidden location. Meanwhile, he personally narrowed down

Austin's whereabouts little by little.

At the same time, he ordered the surveillance to be blacked out,

although the screen remained visible, showing Austin a static scene.

After completing this series of actions, Ayan received news from Kian.

The person had been controlled, and he was on his way with them to

meet Ayan.

As Ayan continued to pinpoint Austin's location, he finally identified two

possible places.

Both locations weren't far from his current position because Austin,

despite having kidnapped Camille, would undoubtedly choose a place

in the middle of them that allowed for quick escape in case of any

unforeseen circumstances.

Therefore, this place had to be close to the main entrance. There was

only one main gate, the same one Ayan had entered through, and apart

from that, there were two side entrances.

One on the left and one on the right.

Ayan chose the left path. It was surrounded with greenery and

recreational facilities, providing no hiding spots.

The right-side entrance wasn't too far from the main gate. The area

around it consisted of villas, and conveniently, the model house was

also on the right side. Based on his knowledge of Austin, he wouldn't

willingly subject himself to discomfort or hardship. The model house

would be his best choice.

Although it hadn't been occupied for a while, it still offered more comfort

than empty houses without any furnishings.

Once Ayan confirmed Austin's location, he turned around along the

edge of the villas and headed towards the spot he had determined

Austin to be.

His steps were swift, yet he made little noise.

As he neared the model house, he suddenly heard voices conversing,

"How long does Mr. Norman want us to stay here? The place provides

shelter, but we can't even get delivery food. We're stuck with dry

rations, and we're not allowed to leave. It's almost dark, are we

supposed to spend the night here?"

The voices were neither too loud nor too soft, and they reached Ayan's

ears clearly.

He halted his steps, his expression turning instantly cold. Retrieving his

phone in the vibrating mode from his pocket, he slowly approached in

the direction from which the voices came. The two individuals

continued their conversation, complaining discontentedly while

smoking.

Ayan paid little attention to their dialogue until one of them spoke with

malicious intent, “This woman is Ayan's wife. Who is Ayan? He's the

CEO of Simpson Group. His wife must be exceptional. Despite wearing

casual attire, her figure must be impressive. We're so bored here. If we

could have some fun with her, it wouldn't be so dull, right?"

The other man immediately rejected the idea, "No way, Mr. Norman

said we shouldn't do that. If Ayan finds out, he'll kill us."

"This is what Mr. Norman asked us to do. Once it's dark, who will

know? Besides, do you think this woman would dare say anything? She

wouldn't dare tell Ayan. After all, she wants to keep her position as the

mistress of a wealthy family. She probably won't even have time to hide

it, let alone tell anyone. If Ayan finds out, do you think he'll still want

her? So, buddy, do you want to join me or not?"

The man's words resounded clearly in Ayan's ears, and each word

fueled his growing anger.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into tight fists. Fury and

coldness flashed in his eyes, enough to make anyone tremble. If looks

could kill, those two men would already be dead.

He stood motionless, his handsome face devoid of any expression, as

if nothing had happened at all.

The two men continued to laugh in a sickening manner. His heart felt

like ants gnawing at him, and the sky gradually darkened. She must be

suffering more than him right now.

Ayan picked up his phone and sent a message, then casually picked up

a stone from the ground and drew an arrow on a pillar.

After the two men finished speaking and left, he slowly followed suit,

closing in on Austin's location. When Austin's men saw him, they froze.

One of them exclaimed, "Mr. Norman!!!"

Austin, who had his eyes closed, immediately opened them upon

hearing the voice. A touch of stiffness crossed his face, and he

responded coldly, "What the hell is all this noise about?"