Chapter 808: Silver Tongue

Chapter 808: Silver Tongue

He followed the direction of his gaze and saw the man standing there,

motionless with an expressionless face, mocking him with cold

indifference in his eyes. Austin's face instantly froze, and he sat up

straight, his voice slightly stiff, “Mr. Simpson, you're quite fast."

Glancing at his watch, his tone was much calmer than before, with a

hint of amusement in his voice. "Mr. Simpson is punctual, right on time.

It seems Mr. Simpson loves Mrs. Simpson very much, and your feelings

for her are genuine. So why can't you let go of someone else's wife?"

Ayan's face changed slightly. Although he was standing alone, with

Austin and three of his men present, it didn't diminish Ayan's

confidence. Wherever he stood was his domain. Even though Austin

constantly provoked him, he didn't feel the slightest bit inferior.

Facing Austin's question, he remained expressionless. "Are you

prepared for the consequences if you want Cora back?"

"What consequences? She's my wife. Why would I need any

consequences to have my own wife back? What do you mean, Mr.

Simpson?"

"Does Mr. Norman have a memory of only seven seconds? Did you

forget in the blink of an eye? Do you not remember what your wife Cora

has done?"

Ayan squinted his eyes, a hint of coldness flickering in them. Every

word he said reminded Austin of Cora's crazy behavior.

But he refused to admit it and didn't want to face the fact that his wife

was a psycho.

His eyes glimmered with coldness, and he snorted, "Doesn't Mr.

Simpson know about her condition? Isn't it clear who caused her to

become like this? So, Mr. Simpson, are you trying to completely

remove yourself from the picture?”

Ayan looked at Austin indifferently and asked, "Does Mr. Norman

believe that resorting to elaborate revenge is the right thing to do?"

“I can't just let myself be bullied, can 1?"

"Do you think the Simpson family is bullying her or bullying you as a

couple?”

"Can Mr. Simpson honestly say that your grandfather and parents

haven't done anything to wrong her?" Austin questioned. He stood up

from his chair, his gaze cold and distant. He continued, "Does Mr.

Simpson think you bear no responsibility?"

“That's not for you to ask, so I don't need to tell you my answer. But

since you brought up whether I've wronged her or not, I can assure you

that I haven't. If she willingly took the money and left, it means she was

mentally prepared for all the consequences and chose to treat

everything as if it never happened. Do you think such good fortune

exists in this world?"

Moreover, she could have refused or directly told him and left

everything for him to handle.

All those excuses about being afraid of causing a rift between him and

his family and affecting their relationship were just excuses.

Ayan's narrowed eyes became even colder, and his words made Austin

feel his dignity harmed even more. Especially with his people present,

his dignity as a man was continuously mocked and questioned by

Ayan. Austin sneered, "Mr. Simpson, you're quite silver-tongued.”

Ayan glanced at him calmly, showing no emotional response to his

remark. His gaze was like that of someone looking at an utterly ordinary

person. This kind of indifference, in Austin's eyes, was Ayan's lack of

respect for him.

Because only by not regarding someone highly would one not have any

emotional reactions.

Just an insignificant person, nothing more.

Austin's face turned solemn, and his eyes burned with intense

emotions. He said, "Since you think this way, why bother coming here

today? After all, Mr. Simpson and the people from the Simpson family

have done nothing wrong. The ones who are at fault are us, the

innocent people. Mr. Simpson has a good case, so why not just call the

police and have me arrested? Oh, unless you're afraid? Afraid of what I

might do to your wife?"

Austin slowly approached Ayan, a disgustingly smug smile on his face,

his eyes filled with mocking scorn. He deliberately provoked Ayan in

this manner, saying, "To be honest, Mr. Simpson, my men haven't had

a woman in a long time. They all light up at the sight of Mrs. Simpson. If

it weren't for me holding them back, they probably would have

devoured Mrs. Simpson, bones and all. So, Mr. Simpson, it's best not to

look at me like that, and definitely not pretend you can't hear what I'm

saying. Otherwise, I might get angry. And when I get angry, I can't

guarantee what I might do. What do you say, Mr. Simpson?"

He chuckled coldly, watching Ayan's expression gradually turn sour and

stiff. His mood became exceptionally delightful.

Austin smiled with a curled lip in front of Ayan and said, "Mr. Simpson,

have you figured out why you came here today?"

Ayan's dark eyes remained calm and composed as he met Austin's

gaze head-on. He asked, "So, what do you want?"'l want Mr. Simpson

to issue a statement on behalf of the Simpson family, telling everyone

that the Simpson family has wronged Cora. Furthermore, you should let

everyone know that all these events were orchestrated by the Simpson

family using their influence. And I demand an official apology from you

for six months, pinned at the top of your social media."

Austin's smile filled his features, a hint of satisfaction evident. He

smirked, "Come on, Mr. Simpson, time is running out. My patience is

limited."

"Austin, if I do as you say, are you sure you can let Camille and me

leave here safely?"

"Of course, after all, what goes around comes around. Since you were

able to come here alone, there must be people outside with you. I have

no intention of breaking the law. As long as Mr. Simpson cooperates,

we can both come out on top. So, Mr. Simpson, will you cooperate or

not?"

"You claim not to break the law?"

"Of course!”

Ayan chuckled coldly.

Annoyed, Austin asked, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Simpson?"

"Nothing much, I just want to know if you're certain that these are your

only conditions?"

Ayan never displayed any emotions throughout the entire interaction,

making his intentions hard to decipher.

Naturally, Austin had his doubts, but he didn't plan on asking. He

couldn't show any curiosity in front of Ayan, as it might make Ayan think

he was scared.

Austin repeated Ayan's words over and over in his mind, feeling more

uncertain each time. What did Ayan really mean?

Did he think Austin's demands were too excessive?

Or did he have other thoughts and intentions?

Austin furrowed his brow slightly, a trace of probing on his face. He

said, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Simpson? Do you think my

demands are too much? Compared to what you have done to us, what

I'm asking is only a fraction. Mr. Simpson, if you are willing to come

here alone for the sake of your wife, I can do the same."

Austin believed he could be bad to Cora, but not others, especially

Ayan.

Because Ayan surpassed him in every way, stronger and more

capable. Austin's heart harbored feelings of inferiority and jealousy

towards Ayan. He wanted to see Ayan fall and show everyone who was

truly powerful.

And he wanted Cora to realize that he, Austin, was the most formidable

one.

And Ayan was nothing in comparison.

Austin's thoughts were extreme, and his emotions were highly agitated.

Without waiting for Ayan's response, he continued, "If you're not willing,

Mr. Simpson, then please leave!"

"You're thinking too much. I just need some clarification. What if I do as

you say, but you change your mind? Since you've made up your mind, I

can inform the people at Simpson Group to release the statement. How

about that?"

“No need for Simpson Group's people to release it. Mr. Simpson should

do it personally. I have paper and pen here. It'll be more sincere if you

write it yourself."

Austin beckoned to someone nearby to bring paper and pen and

handed them to Ayan. His coercion had left Ayan with no way out.

Of course, Ayan never intended to back down, nor did he consider

retreating. He reached out and accepted the paper and pen, then wrote

according to Austin's instructions, ultimately signing it with his own

name.

Watching Ayan's handwritten words, Austin smiled with satisfaction. He

glanced at the two men who had been standing behind Ayan all along

and gave them a nod. Ayan was immediately held down by them.

Austin looked at Ayan and smiled, saying, "Ayan, I've had enough of

your antics. Since you willingly came to me, I won't be polite anymore."

"So, you're planning to back out?" Ayan questioned with indifference.