Chapter 901: Boldness

Chapter 901: Boldness

Ayan was taken aback by her straightforwardness and looked at her

with a faint smile, "Are we all this direct now?"

Camille stared at him without speaking.

He asked, "Did Summer just come to tell you that Jenson works for

me?"

Camille remained indifferent and replied, “No one would bother coming

all the way here late at night just to tell me that." She sighed silently

and her expression became a bit serious, "So, are you going to tell me

or not?"

Her gaze was serious and determined, clearly indicating that she

wouldn't rest until she got an answer.

Ayan chuckled, "Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

She remained silent.

He sighed in resignation and said, "Yes, Jenson works for me."

Camille showed no surprise as she had already suspected it based on

Jenson's behavior and what happened tonight. She just wanted a

definite answer from Ayan.

Now that she had it, she felt it was only natural, as she couldn't think of

any other possibility.

Camille looked at Ayan and said, "Summer said that Preston asked

Quintus to investigate Jenson. He probably suspected if Jenson had

other motives for his actions today."

Camille shared the information Summer told her with Ayan. He let out a

light laugh and spoke with a neutral tone, showing no emotions, “He's

in Flento but still wants to meddle in the affairs here, doing something

beyond his reach. How bored he is!"

Camille asked, "So, aren't you worried that he'll uncover Jenson's

identity?"

"He won't find anything for now. As long as you don't say anything, no

one will know."

“Then you better not have told me. Be careful; if you make me angry, I'll

tell everyone directly.”

"Are you that ruthless to me?" Ayan smiled, lifted Camille's chin gently

with his hand, leaned over, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then,

he pressed his forehead against hers and said in a low voice, "I treat

you so well. Can't you treat me a little better?"

Camille pushed him away and her cheeks blushed slightly as she

avoided looking directly into his eyes. She said calmly, "What should

we do about this matter?”

“It's not my business; it's a matter for the police,” Ayan replied.

Camille nodded lightly, not saying anything further. After all, he was

right.

They fell into silence, and Ayan's gaze gradually became profound as

he instinctively felt that Camille was upset. His voice turned low and

husky, “What's wrong?"

Camille shook her head, "Nothing."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you upset?" Ayan didn't believe her and said, "I didn't plan to get

fully involved in this matter. Thanks to Sean's video today, the police

will contact Preston by tomorrow morning at the latest. Although

Preston isn't in Hance, he can't escape this investigation.”

“I really am not upset. This matter has nothing to do with you or me, so

why would I be upset?" Camille felt a bit exasperated. Why wouldn't he

believe her?

The two stared at each other for several seconds before Ayan finally

decided not to pursue it any further.

Ayan's words were right. During the time Camille met with Summer, the

police had already contacted Preston.

Since it was an unknown number, Preston didn't answer the call.

Because the people who contact him usually have identifiable labels,

and a call without any label at this time would undoubtedly be from the

police station.

He left his phone on the coffee table, and Molly also heard the phone

ringing, so she asked, "Brother, why don't you answer the call?"

Preston's expression remained nonchalant, and he exuded a chilly

aura. He said, "It's probably a telemarketing call. I don't want to pick it

up.”

Molly didn't delve too deep into his words or overthink them. She simply

nodded and sat beside him, asking softly, “Tomorrow, I want to go pick

a wedding dress. Would you like to come with me?"

She asked if he wanted to accompany her, not like before when she

would decide for him and make him go with her.

This subtle change was clear to Molly herself, but Preston didn't notice

itatall.

Preston's mind was preoccupied with Sean's matter, so he naturally

had no intention of going with Molly to picking wedding dresses. He

responded indifferently, “I have other arrangements tomorrow, work-

related matters, so I might not be able to accompany you. Have your

friends go with you to see the dress, and once you find one you like,

send me a picture, okay?"

He gently ran his hand through Molly's long hair, his expression

seemingly affectionate, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

In the past, Molly would have thought he was deeply in love with her

when she saw this look, but after everything that had happened, she

knew very well that these expressions were not genuine affection but

merely something he was skilled at showing.

Molly wouldn't expose him; instead, she showed a understanding smile

and said, "Alright, you do your thing. But surely you won't leave me

alone to take the wedding photos, right?"

She playfully teased, her eyes fixed on Preston, leaving him no chance

to evade.

Preston could only reply calmly, "Of course not. It's our wedding, how

could I let you take the wedding photos alone?"

Molly grinned, "Alright, then it's a deal. Don't lie to me."

"Of course," Preston responded.

Molly didn't say anything more, and her face still wore a faint smile,

though it seemed a bit too cold. However, Preston didn't notice it at all

because his mind was consumed by other matters.

That night, Preston could hardly sleep.

The Flento City police showed up at his doorstep early the next

morning.

His residence wasn't a secret, so the police were well aware of it.

Two plainclothes officers rang the doorbell, and Molly answered. After

confirming their identity and purpose, Molly invited them inside and

then called out to Preston from the bedroom.

Upon hearing that the police were looking for him, Preston sat up

instantly from his bed, furrowing his brows, and asked Molly, "Police?"

Molly nodded, "Yes, they're waiting for you in the living room. Is

everything alright?"

Molly wasn't particularly interested what was going on in Hance, but

she had paid attention to the video Sean had released, which had led

many to doubt Preston's innocence. However, she didn't show any

signs of that, assuming Preston had no intention of telling her, so she

acted as if she knew nothing.

As she spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on Preston, noticing his dark and

tense expression. His voice sounded hoarse as he asked, "Why did

you let them in without asking me first?"

Molly narrowed her eyes and replied in a low voice, “I thought it might

be something urgent, and they're police officers. I couldn't just leave

them waiting outside. That would tarnish your reputation, wouldn't it?"

Molly's response was considerate of Preston's image. She didn't want

to give him any bad press by leaving police officers waiting outside if

there were ever a need for police assistance in the future.

Molly expressed all her thoughts, and Preston rubbed his hair with

some irritation evident in his eyes and expression. Despite his

annoyance, he got out of bed.

He quickly freshened up, and by the time he came out of the bathroom,

Molly had already prepared tea and some fruits for the two police

officers, engaging in a conversation with them.

When the police saw Preston, they also stood up politely. One of them

spoke gently, "Mr. Walker, sorry for disturbing you."

Preston nodded slightly; they addressed him as Mr. Walker instead of

Mr. Baxter.

Preston asked calmly, "Is there something you need, officers?"

The officer replied, "Last night, the police from Hance City tried to reach

you by phone, but you didn't answer. We wanted to ask if there was

any particular reason for that?"