Chapter 896: Falsehood

Chapter 896: Falsehood

"Drive it back; isn't it safe for now? We'll deal with it after you are back

to the Simpson Group.”

Once the car returned to the Simpson Group, there were many ways to

handle the situation. It was unlikely that the person behind it could use

an accident to stop him from making Sean continue revealing what he

knew. Besides, he was grateful that they discovered the issue in time.

At least, he and Kian were the only ones aware of it, which spared

Camille from any worry or entanglement in the matter.

That was the last thing he wanted to see.

In fact, he had accidentally caught a glimpse of it and then saw

someone from the van acting suspiciously near his car. That's why he

asked Kian to bring someone to check it.

As for the restaurant, as soon as Kian took the car and left, someone

went to the front desk to inquire about it.

According to Ayan's instructions, the front desk responded, "Mr.

Simpson had some drinks and couldn't drive. That's why he left the key

with us and asked Kian to come and drive for him."

This answer had no loopholes and sounded plausible, so the other

party had no reason to suspect anything.

Everything was under Ayan's control.

Kian drove back to the Simpson Group, reaching the office in no time.

As he handed Ayan the pictures showing the brake was tampered with,

he whispered, "Mr. Simpson, it seems we can't wait any longer.”

Ayan glanced at the photos on the phone screen, his expression icy

cold. He said, "Get a professional to conduct an inspection and prepare

a report.”

Kian nodded and looked at Ayan, asking, "Mr. Simpson, what should

we do next?"

Ayan let out a disdainful sound, his face expressionless, his eyes filled

with darkness and complexity. His furrowed brow revealed a hint of

malevolence and suppressed chill. "Let Sean's video be released early.

If he can't hold back, then give him this opportunity. After the video

circulates, we'll expose Sean's identity and people who have

connections with him via media, and by then, everyone will sort out the

truth. We won't need to worry.”

Kian also learned from this, "Preston will have a hard time escaping

blame from the media and public opinion. Regardless of whether he

speaks up or not, people will suspect him. After all, this society is filled

with suspicion and distrust.”

Ayan's expression remained placid. Without saying a word, he implicitly

agreed with Kian.

Since Camille was still in the resting room, and it was almost time for

her to start work, Ayan decided to conclude the topic and asked Kian to

leave the office.

Ayan knocked on the door of the resting room, and Camille was

watching TV. When she saw him enter, she instinctively checked the

time. "Are we leaving now?"

"Yeah, if you don't want to go, take a day off and stay with me at work,

okay?"

“No, I'm too bored. I want to go to work. I can't keep taking days off;

people will say things."

"Don't worry about what others think."

“It's not about that. I just don't want to be gossiped about, and I don't

want people to think I'm being privileged because of you. Besides,

there's really no reason to take a day off. It's not a good idea. So, Mr.

Simpson, please take me to work now!"

Camille turned off the TV, and Ayan couldn't argue with her, so he had

to go along with her wishes.

When Camille arrived at the museum, others had also arrived. In

addition to the architects, there were Jenson and Jenson's secretary,

as well as two staff from the museum. Besides them, there was

Preston's secretary, Quintus.

Except for Preston, all the participants of the project were present.

The architects were a bit nervous about such a setup and quietly asked

Jenson, "Mr. Evans, why is everyone here?"

Jenson replied, “I informed everyone to come.”

Jenson looked at everyone and said, "Everyone has seen Sean's

situation that, and a lot has happened in our project from the beginning

until now. Although Sean is no longer part of our project, he was still

involved at some point. With such a significant incident, I think it's

necessary for us to sit down and talk. According to the police and

media, I believe all of us in the project will soon be approached by the

police for questioning.”

After Jenson finished speaking, the two museum staff also nodded in

agreement.

As for the architects, they naturally followed Jenson's arrangement.

After all, they were just employees, and if there were any issues, they

should be handled by the higher-ups.

Quintus spoke up at the right time, "Mr. Evans, your point is correct, but

you can't make decisions on your own, right? After all, Mr. Baxter is not

in Hance now. I think it's essential to inform Mr. Baxter before making

any decisions.”

Jenson glanced at Quintus and calmly said, "I learned about Mr.

Baxter's departure from Hance from you, Quintus. So, I believe Mr.

Baxter wouldn't want work to disrupt him. If yous feel the need to report

to Mr. Baxter, then please help convey the message.”

After speaking, Jenson looked away from Quintus, continuing, "Today, I

hope everyone can stay in the museum. I worry that the police may

come at any time to ask for our cooperation, so it's best to wait here

and make it easier for them."

Jenson's reasoning was difficult to refuse. After all, it was to facilitate

the police investigation, and if anyone refused to cooperate, they would

be obstructing the investigation. That wouldn't be well received if other

people got to know about it.

However, Quintus hesitated for a long time before speaking up again,

"Mr. Evans, it's not that I disagree with your request, but you didn't

inform us beforehand. We also have other matters to handle, and it's a

bit difficult for us to accommodate this."

After Quintus's words, the two museum staff also responded, "We don't

have any other pressing matters, and we happen to need to handle

some things at the museum. So, staying here isn't a problem.”

As for the architects, they had to work at the museum, so they didn't

have any issues either. Calculating everything, it seemed that Quintus

was the only one who didn't agree with Jenson's arrangement.

Jenson looked at Quintus and asked, "Do you have something urgent,

Quintus? If so, go ahead, but if the police come for questioning, it

doesn't seem appropriate for neither you nor Mr. Baxter to be present.

If this gets out, it won't sound good to the public.”

After Jenson spoke, Quintus's face stiffened.

If he insisted on leaving, he might be suspected of being involved in

this matter.

After a prolonged silence, Quintus finally spoke in a low voice, "I will

stay to cooperate with the police investigation. However, I need to

make a call regarding work. Mr. Evans, is that alright?"

"Of course, go ahead, Quintus.”

Quintus nodded, got up, and left the conference room to make the call.

He immediately tried calling Preston, but Preston didn't answer after

two consecutive calls, which made Quintus incredibly anxious.

Unable to contact Preston, Quintus could only send him a message

informing him of Jenson's arrangement before putting his phone away

and returning to the conference room.

Except for a few architects who needed to work, the others sat on the

other side of the room, reading books or browsing their phones to pass

the time.

They waited for two hours, and Preston still hadn't responded.

Everything seemed calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

But that was only within the museum; outside, the world was buzzing.

Sean's video had already appeared online. His confession startled the

all-knowing netizens, and people had varying opinions. Some believed

it was a pre-written script, while others thought his nervousness

revealed his inner fear.

Opinions were split on whether it was real or fake.

Amidst the ongoing discussion of the video, an account suddenly

posted Sean's identity online, including the fact that Sean was Elijah's

son and Preston's secretary. However, after Sean's incident, Preston

had gone silent.

Was Preston distancing himself from all this or was there another

reason?

These questions were magnified in the public eye.