Chapter 809: Provocation

Chapter 809: Provocation

Austin couldn't conceal his smirk as he said, "What can you do if I

change my mind? Both you and your wife are in my hands, and I can

do whatever I want."

"Is that so?"

Ayan showed no fear and made no attempt to struggle, still under the

control of Austin's men.

However, these simple words, spoken by Ayan, made Austin feel

somewhat uncomfortable. It was an indescribable sense of

strangeness, as if Ayan wasn't affected by Austin's actions as much as

he had anticipated.

Austin's face suddenly turned into a cold smile, and he said, "Ayan,

when you kicked me out of the project, you should have anticipated this

day. Did you really think I would let it go? Of course not. What you did

to Cora has caused me significant losses, and I, Austin, will make sure

to settle this score.”

"So, how do you plan to settle it?"

"Of course, by exposing you completely, letting everyone see your true

face. You and Simpson Group are nothing more than wolves in sheep's

clothing. Let me tell you, I'm not the only one who wants to see you fall.

Once you're down, Simpson Group will be like a dead whale, slowly

devoured by other fish until nothing is left, and the Simpson family will

be nothing. The same goes for you, Ayan."

Austin felt a surge of excitement, envisioning the scene where he

completely defeated Ayan. Who else could control Ayan like he could?

Whatever he wanted Ayan to do, Ayan would have to do it.

The taste of this power was truly exhilarating.

All the pent-up resentment in his heart was released at this moment,

but it was far from enough. Everything was just beginning.

He handed the apology letter, written by Ayan, to his assistant. A smile

covered his face, and his eyes remained fixed on Ayan, just a few steps

away. He calmly said, "Send the apology letter personally written by Mr.

Simpson to the PR department of Simpson Group. Within five minutes,

I want to see that apology letter posted at the top of Simpson Group's

official social media account.”

After speaking, he walked up to Ayan, smirking and reaching out to pat

his cheek. But Ayan turned his head to avoid the touch, emanating a

chilling aura. His voice turned cold as he said, "Mr. Simpson, give your

secretary a call. Time waits for no one.”

Saying that, he directly pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and

handed it to Ayan, signaling him to unlock it.

Ayan didn't move, so Austin said, "Mr. Simpson, it's better for you to do

what I invite you to do. My men can be rough, and I'm concerned they

might harm you. It wouldn't look good if that got out.”

Ayan seemed to have no reaction, his distant indifference glaring at

Austin as if he didn't care at all. Austin found this look extremely

annoying. He had tolerated it before, but now, with Ayan still giving him

that gaze, he was getting agitated.

He said, "Ayan, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling

resentful? Even if you're not happy, so what? Don't forget, you're in my

hands now, and so is your wife. Show me a little respect, or I can't

guarantee what I might do."

Maybe it was because Austin mentioned Camille, but one thing is

certain: Ayan wasn't looking at him. However, there was a peculiar

expression in his eyes that couldn't be described.

Was it fear?

Or apprehension?

No, it was neither.

It was an indescribable defiance that words couldn't express.

Ayan unlocked his phone and dialed Kian's number, following Austin’s

instructions.

When Kian received Ayan's call, he was already at the spot where Ayan

had separated from the bodyguard, but this call made him feel uneasy.

Ayan couldn't possibly make a blatant phone call after entering the villa

area.

If there were any arrangements, they would communicate through

messages.

If he made a call, it would easily give away their position and be

discovered.

So when he saw Ayan's call, he hesitated for a moment before

answering, "Mr. Simpson!"

“It's me," Ayan's voice was low.

Kian inquired, "Do you need something?"

“I'm going to send you an email now. Log in to the Simpson Group's

official blog and pin that email at the top."

"Alright."

Kian didn't know what the email was about, but he agreed immediately.

However, from Ayan's composed tone, he sensed something was

amiss.

He was convinced that Ayan had found Austin, but Austin had control

over him. Ayan's calmness and tone remained unchanged. It was as if

he were speaking normally.

But this kind of normalcy was abnormal, and Kian had learned this from

being around Ayan for many years.

After the call ended, Kian stepped out of the car. He quickly arranged

the setup, realizing they couldn't wait any longer if Ayan was under

Austin's control.

He instructed a few professionally trained bodyguards to enter from the

side doors and search without being detected by Austin's people. With

the fading daylight, it would be less suspicious to enter at this time.

After organizing everything, he watched the bodyguards depart, and

soon after, he received the email on his phone from Ayan.

Seeing the photo of a handwritten apology letter, Kian furrowed his

brow involuntarily.

Wasn't this Ayan's handwriting?

He frowned slightly, silently reading the contents of the handwritten

apology letter. Then, he understood its meaning.

Austin must have forced Ayan to write it, but Austin had no idea how

skilled Ayan was in calligraphy.

The handwriting that Ayan used to sign the contract in Simpson Group

is his own handwriting. Bit at other occasions, he would write by

imitating others’ handwriting.

Only Kian knew about this because he had paid attention. However, he

never directly asked Ayan about it, and naturally, Ayan knew that Kian

was aware.

Kian was someone he trusted.

That's why these shortcomings in his work would only be revealed in

front of him.

Kian couldn't help but feel relieved. Even though Ayan had lost his

freedom and choices under Austin's control, he could still find a way to

turn the situation around.

Without wasting any more time, Kian quickly logged into the official blog

and posted the apology letters.

Then, he contacted the PR department to reach out to Twitter

executives, ready to control and delete any messages related to this

incident.

As soon as the apology letter was posted, Austin’s assistant saw it

immediately.

He promptly reported to Austin, "Mr. Norman, Simpson Group has sent

it."

Austin took the phone and glanced at it casually, then revealed a

satisfied smile. He handed the phone to his assistant and walked

leisurely towards Ayan. He said, "I accept Mr. Simpson's apology, but

that's far from enough. Mr. Simpson still needs to tell me where my wife

is. What do you think, Mr. Simpson?"

Ayan was well aware that Austin wouldn't be satisfied with just that. He

would demand step by step. The conditions he mentioned were only for

that moment, and once they were fulfilled, he would make new

demands.

Ayan knew Austin well and understood his thoughts.

Ayan smiled faintly, a hint of indifference flickering in his eyes. His

laughter caught Austin off guard, and Austin asked in an annoyed tone,

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Their eyes locked, and since his hands were being controlled by two

people, he didn't bother struggling or moving. He was just feeling a bit

tired with standing a long time. The room was brightly lit, and the sky

outside was almost dark.

He started to worry about Camille and couldn't help but wonder if Kian

understood his intentions.

He remained silent, and Austin questioned him again.

Unable to bear it any longer, Austin kicked him fiercely in the knee.

Ayan couldn't dodge it and endured the blow.

Their gazes clashed, and Austin's eyes were filled with ferocity and

anger. "Ayan, what do you think you are? How dare you defy me?"