Chapter 890: Insider Information

Chapter 890: Insider Information

Molly's tone sounded a bit aggrieved as she stood outside the gates of

the Walker Group. Due to her pregnancy symptoms, she had become

noticeably thinner, and today, her attire was somewhat thin too. The

gentle breeze caused her clothes to flutter, as if threatening to carry her

away.

Preston couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

After a brief silence that lasted almost half a minute, he spoke in a low,

hoarse voice, "I didn't say you were wrong. I just don't want you to

make a hasty decision. I'm afraid you'll regret it. Dad is only angry right

now, that's why he made such a demand. I believe I can handle

everything. Dad just thinks I might not take good care of you. After I talk

to him, he'll accept us. I think you should leave everything to me. You

don't need to make any decisions.”

Every word he said was in consideration of Molly, for her sake, and he

didn't really want her to sign the agreement relinquishing her

inheritance from the Walker family.

He claimed it was to prevent things from becoming too strained

between Molly and Luke. After all, they were father and daughter, and

there shouldn't be anything they couldn't talk about.

They were still connected, like bones and tendons.

After Preston finished speaking, Molly remained silent for a long time.

Her fair face showed no change in expression, and no one knew what

she was thinking.

The silence seemed to stretch so long that they could hear each other's

breaths.

After a while, Molly finally spoke in a soft voice, "I didn't think that

much. I just don't want to put you in a difficult position with my father,

and I definitely don't want this situation to embarrass you. I believe with

your current abilities, you can make my father accept us. When that

time comes, this agreement will be just a formality, it won't affect us, will

it?"

Preston had no further arguments. If he continued, Molly would

probably ask if he wouldn't marry her without the inheritance from the

Walker family.

Preston decided not to say anything more, realizing that if he

continued, Molly might ask the very question he was trying to avoid:

Does he not plan to marry her now that she has lost the inheritance

rights of the Walker family?

So Preston didn't continue and just told Molly, "Since you've already

signed, there's nothing more to be done. What do you plan to do next?"

"Shouldn't we get married as soon as possible? The baby has been

over three months now, and I want to get married as soon as possible.

In a few more months, the baby will be born."

Molly's thoughts were straightforward.

Preston didn't say yes or no, just said, "You go back home. I'm dealing

with something outside now, and I'll come see you later."

"Brother, I plan to move out of the Walker family and move in with you."

"Now?"

"Yes, I've already agreed to give up inheriting anything. It wouldn't be

right for me to continue living there. The house I bought before hasn't

been renovated yet, so I can only move in with you. Do you mind?"

"How could 1?" Preston replied in a calm tone, "Wait until I finish my

business, and then I'll find you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Molly responded gently, full of anticipation for

the upcoming open cohabitation life.

After finishing the call with Molly, Preston didn't have the slightest

anticipation. His face was as cold as ice, and the chill in his eyes was

evident. He stood by the window, unresponsive for a long time, until a

pair of hands encircled his waist, and he finally glanced down at the fair

hand.

The woman behind him asked in a low voice, "Preston, what's wrong?

Is something bothering you?"

Preston didn't speak immediately, but his face relaxed a little.

The woman behind him asked again, "Preston, did I cause you

trouble?"

Preston's facial expression gradually softened and his voice was

gentle, "No, don't overthink it."

"Really?"

"Of course.”

Preston turned around and looked at the woman behind him.

He said in a gentle tone, "Later, I'll send you to a nearby hotel, okay?"

Zoie's expression immediately froze, but she still maintained a faint

smile and asked, "Why? Did I disturb you by staying here?"

Zoie had arrived in Flento yesterday afternoon, and Preston personally

went to pick her up. She was very happy about it. Later, Preston took

her directly to his place, and besides him, there was no trace of any

other woman here.

However, Zoie didn't feel any joy because she knew Preston's thoughts

very well.

At this moment, Preston suggested that she move to a hotel, which

naturally surprised and shocked Zoie.

The two of them stared at each other, and Preston didn't feel the need

to explain further. He simply said, "Go freshen up first, then pack your

things. We'll have breakfast and then go to the hotel, okay?"

He didn't ask for Zoie's opinion, nor did he have any intention of

discussing it. He had simply decided, and Zoie should follow suit.

Zoie's eyes trembled slightly, and her face showed no emotion. She

lowered her head and softly nodded, her voice slightly hoarse, "Okay, I

understand.”

Preston didn't say another word and, after letting go of her hand, went

straight back to the bedroom.

Zoie stood in place, her lips lightly pressed together in silence. Then

she took out her phone from her pocket, sent a message, and

immediately deleted the message record. She put her phone away and

went to freshen up.

Zoie didn't show any dissatisfaction or throw a tantrum because

Preston sent her to a hotel. She was very obedient, and whatever

Preston arranged, she would do. Who wouldn't love such an obedient

and well-behaved woman?

Compared to Zoie's obedient and gentle nature, Molly was much more

difficult to handle.

Molly moved in without Preston's approval. Her reasoning was simple:

since they were getting married, it didn't matter whether they lived

together now or later.

Molly's move put a lot of pressure on Preston, and the pressure was so

forceful that even his personal space seemed to be slipping away.

However, everything had just begun, and no one knew how long

Preston could endure it.

The situation in Flento was under Ayan's control. With Preston now

caught between a rock and a hard place, he couldn't spare any extra

time for Cora.

As a result, Cora had no chance to see Preston and could only hide,

unable to see the light of day.

Ayan didn't want to waste unnecessary time searching for Cora, as he

felt it was better to close off all her options and let her show herself.

How could he close off Cora's options?

When Kian asked this question, his eyes were fixed on Ayan, waiting

for him to speak.

Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing calmly at Kian before he said,

"Who is she relying on now?"

"Preston," Kian replied with a determined look. "Right now, Preston is

very busy, but he hasn't completely cut off contact with Cora. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Ayan asked indifferently.

Kian said, "Unless something happens to Preston?"

"We both know very well who is behind Louise's death, and so does

Preston. Otherwise, how could he have brought Sean out as a

scapegoat? Sean has been with Preston for so long. Do you think he

can bear this?"

"So, you mean to have Sean reveal the truth?"

“That alone wouldn't be enough to fully implicate Preston. I don't intend

for him to be fully implicated either, after all, he has countless excuses

and reasons to absolve himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to

do this. What I want is just for Cora to know that Preston can't give her

the support she needs, and her only choice is to keep her mouth shut

and cooperate with me."

Ayan's face remained cold, his eyes showing a hint of indifference. He

didn't want to go too far with this, otherwise, Cora wouldn't have had

the opportunity she had today.

Kian asked in a low voice, "So, Mr. Simpson, should I go contact Sean

now?"

"Yes, the sooner, the better. This way, Cora will also know that I know

she has been in contact with Preston."

After Ayan's calm response, Kian immediately went to work.

That afternoon, the police released the news that Sean had been

found, along with the transcript of his statement and his timeline for the

day of Louise's incident, which proved he had an alibi.

The police made everything provided by Sean public, and the media

questioned, "Is there more to the victim's death than meets the eye?"