Chapter 815: Concern

Chapter 815: Concern

The assistant raised his head and looked at Ayan. He had seen Ayan

before when he followed Austin to Hance City to for Mr. and Mrs. Bell's

project. Naturally, he knew how Ayan had kicked Austin out of the

project.

Facing Ayan now, he naturally felt extremely timid and trembling.

He dared not look directly into Ayan's eyes, and his whole body

seemed to tremble secretly under his clothes. He stammered, "Mr.

Simpson, it wasn't me..."

“I didn't ask if it was you. I'm asking who it was. So do you know or

not?"

Ayan lifted his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, with no patience in

his eyes, as if reminding him that if he knew, he should speak up, and if

he didn't, he shouldn't waste his time.

The assistant's eyes dodged, and his expression on his face was very

uneasy. His reaction caused Ayan to lose his patience as well.

Ayan questioned indifferently, "Who knows? Speak up! This is your only

chance. I gave it to you, but you didn't seize it. Then let someone else

have it."

Ayan's gaze swept around and fixed on the other two men.

The two men seemed hesitant upon seeing this, but it was only for a

moment. One of them, slightly darker in complexion, hurriedly spoke

up, "Mr. Simpson, I know. It was Mr. Norman who did it. Mr. Norman

said she didn't follow his instructions, so he did it."

Ayan did not react to the man's voice; instead, the coldness in his eyes

deepened. Everyone present, including Kian, watched Ayan, thinking

that he was just angry upon hearing Austin's name.

The next second, Ayan stood up and slowly approached the darker-

skinned man. He walked step by step until he was in front of the man,

crouched down, and stared at him, asking, "Are you sure it was

Austin?"

The man nodded firmly, “I'm sure, it was Austin, Mr. Simpson. It was

him. We have nothing to do with it. We were just following Austin's

orders. We were only doing it for the money..."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of clearly visible knuckles

suddenly grabbed the man's hair and dragged him heavily towards the

nearby coffee table.

The sound of the collision between the man's head and the coffee table

echoed in everyone's ears. They were all bewildered, not knowing what

Ayan meant by this.

Was he venting his anger towards Austin on them?

The other two men were frightened, afraid to breathe heavily.

Ayan, however, did not stop there. He grabbed the man's hair again,

the coldness in his eyes giving him a hint of ruthlessness. He sneered,

"What do you think you are? Huh? How dare you talk behind her back?

How dare you entertain such disrespectful thoughts about her? Do you

want to die?"

The other man instantly understood Ayan's intention. He heard their

conversation, so he quickly spoke up, “Mr. Simpson, I'm sorry. Mr.

Simpson, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have had such thoughts. Please

spare me, Mr. Simpson!"

Ayan glanced at him but didn't intend to respond. He just looked back

at the man in his hand, pulling his hair and coldly questioning, "Answer

me, how dare you?"

The darker-skinned man was already terrified, still feeling the pain from

the impact on his head. He took a while to calm down before slowly

regaining his senses and said in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, I won't dare

anymore. Mr. Simpson, I really didn't do anything. I was just joking. I..."

"Just joking? What do you think you are to dare speak about her?

Come on, repeat what you said for me. Huh? Let me hear what you

really said."

Ayan released him, wiped his fingers on two wet tissues from the coffee

table, and then threw the tissues directly onto the man. His eyes were

filled with indifference as he looked at the other man beside him.

He raised his hand and pointed, "You start. Huh?"

Both of them had panicked expressions, and they didn't really dare to

repeat their words in front of Ayan.

But Ayan obviously had to make them say it again. He reminded them,

“Don't try my patience. If you don't speak up, then never speak again in

your lifetime."

These words made the two men not dare to argue. The man pointed at

by Ayan tried to recall what he said back then, but he couldn't say a

complete sentence even after struggling for a long time.

Ayan had already lost all patience. He kicked him hard.

In a cold tone, he said, "It seems you don't want to speak properly.

Forget it then!"

Ayan viciously kicked him a few more times, each kick causing him

unbearable pain. It wasn't until Kian saw this and spoke up, "Mr.

Simpson, I think that's enough.”

Ayan finally stopped, took a silent breath, straightened his suit a bit, the

coldness still present on his face. He spoke calmly, "They enjoy

fantasizing, so let them have their way. Let them experience the

consequences of their imagination.”

Ayan had Kian take these two men to a friend's club. The club was a

place with both light and dark sides, where some things couldn't see

the light of day. These two men were given a drink that would cause

hallucinations and were then locked in a room with a dozen burly men.

It was later said that these two men entered with all their limbs intact,

but when they came out the next day, they had to be carried out. They

weren't beaten, but certain details couldn't be described.

They were completely ruined.

After dealing with these two men, Ayan didn't stay long. He glanced

coldly at Austin's assistant and said to Kian, "If there are no useful

answers after questioning him, send him directly to Campole. From this

moment on, any cooperation with Norman Group is Simpson Group's

enemy. Do you understand what I mean?"

Kian nodded, "Understood."

Ayan left the villa and returned to the company, driven by his chauffeur.

Kian stayed behind to handle other matters.

On the way back to the company, Ayan was somewhat worried about

Camille, so he sent a message to Aria, asking, "How is she?"

Aria was currently out shopping with Camille, in a very good mood.

Since the incident yesterday, they had bodyguards accompanying

them, providing continuous covert protection.

So they were safe when going out.

Aria read the message and handed it to Camille, saying, "My brother is

so concerned about you, afraid that I might neglect you. Sister-in-law,

seeing you both like this, I can't help but want to fall in love."

Aria had been busy with work and didn't really have time for dating.

However, she had recently met someone she was quite interested in.

But it seemed like he didn't have any interest in her, so she naturally

wouldn't fall into one-sided love.

Camille read Ayan's message and a smile appeared on his face. He

said, "Your brother is so verbose."

Aria replied in the same tone, and Ayan didn't reply further, probably

feeling envious.

Camille said to Aria, "If you want to fall in love, go ahead. You're

beautiful, independent, and talented. There must be many people who

like you. The man for you will come quickly.”

"Hopefully, I hope my true love will come soon.”

Aria was envious of her brother and Camille's relationship, especially

recently she felt that Ayan, her brother, was starting to show some

signs of being capable of loving someone.

Aria couldn't help but speak what was on her mind. She said,

"Honestly, I can tell that my brother loves you a lot."

Camille smiled, "Did he make you say nice things about him?"

“It's my own observation."

“That's good. I trust your judgment, so I'll consider it."

The two continued strolling hand in hand, then had lunch outside

before returning to Maple Leaves Mansion.

Not long after they arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion, Camille received

a friend request on his phone.