Chapter 936 Cunning

Chapter 936 Cunning

"Don't worry, it won't affect our collaboration. She had other

arrangements, so she left early,” he said casually.

"Oh, I see. Then we'll have to invite her for dinner another time. I hope

Miss Reid won't be upset," Molly expressed her concern, her head

lowered as she continued to sip her soup, while the man's gaze

remained fixed on her, unblinking.

Molly seemed quite content with the meal, even having an extra bowl of

soup. In contrast, Preston ate very little, not even finishing half a bow!

of salad.

Then they left the restaurant. Molly still asked, "Brother, is it that the

food didn't suit your taste? I noticed you didn't eat much. Should I

accompany you to eat something else?"

Preston's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze warm but tinged with

annoyance. His response lacked warmth or patience, and he said,

"Can you even eat more?"

Considering she had just consumed a bowl of noodles, two bowls of

soup, and all those dishes.

Preston's words caught Molly off guard, freezing her expression. She

stopped in her tracks, looking at Preston in disbelief.

In a low voice, she asked, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

Preston, feeling annoyed and not in the mood to placate Molly, didn't

hesitate to express his frustration. "Molly, you're going to be a mother

soon. Can you stop acting like a little girl? Don't you think your behavior

is irritating? I already have a lot on my plate due to work. Can't you give

me some personal space?"

"So you find me annoying?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

“But I'm just concerned about you!"

"Do you think I need that kind of concern? I need to achieve something

to gain recognition from the Walker family. Can't you stop hindering

me?"

Preston's tone was harsh, showing no awareness of Molly's pregnancy,

nor did he consider her being a woman warranted any leniency. He

continued coldly, "I have things to deal with, so arrange for someone to

pick you up.”

Having said that, he turned and headed straight for the parking garage,

not even slowing down.

Molly watched him leave until he disappeared from her view. Finally,

she shifted her gaze away and hailed a taxi back to her apartment.

She packed up her belongings in Preston's apartment, though there

wasn't much to pack. It would all fit in a suitcase. She had previously

moved some items over, but they were things she didn't need and

hadn't wanted from the start. Therefore, there was no need to take

them with her.

After tidying up, she pulled her luggage and left the apartment, leaving

the keys in the entrance area.

Molly didn't return to the Walker family; instead, she stayed at a hotel

under the Walker Group. She needed to calm down, to stay rational,

and to regain her composure as quickly as possible. Only when she

was calm could she avoid being influenced by others.

For Preston, Molly moving out of the apartment was a petty squabble.

He believed that once he found Zoie, he could smooth things over with

Molly, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

However, Zoie had vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporated

from existence.

Time passed, and the next day arrived. Luke and Naomi were already

on their way to the airport. Molly calculated the boarding time and, once

she received confirmation that both of them were on the plane, she left

the hotel by taxi.

As for where she was headed, only she knew.

Around 10 in the morning, various major media outlets and online

forums in Flento City suddenly experienced a hacker intrusion. The

whole process lasted only two to three minutes before returning to

normal, but it left behind numerous photos and videos. While the girl's

face was obscured, it was clear who the man was in those intimate

photos.

The videos contained conversations with keywords such as "Preston,"

"Molly," and "the Walker family."

These keywords instantly became hot topics among Flento netizens.

The heat that had just subsided was reignited.

"Oh my goodness, what on earth did I just see?"

"Isn't that Preston?"

"Did you notice that the voice of the female protagonist in the video is

exactly the same as the girl who clarified things the other night?"

Since there was a replay of the livestream, keen-eyed netizens initiated

comparisons. By comparing the contents of the livestream replay with

the present video, they confirmed that the voices matched.

Just when they were muddled at home, uncertain if Preston was

actually cheating on his fiancee, a newly registered forum account

posted a five-minute audio clip.

It was a woman's voice, saying, "I am the third party in Mr. and Miss

Walker's affair. Initially, I didn't know Mr. Walker and Miss Walker were

in a romantic relationship. I was genuinely fond of him when I got

together with him. But I later realized Mr. Walker wasn't with me

because he liked me. Instead, he saw me as a substitute for the

woman he yearned for deep in his heart. I was merely a stand-in. Even

in our most intimate moments, he called out the name of that woman."

"However, I lost my rationality because of my love for him. I lost myself.

The reason I responded the other night was because Mr. Walker told

me everything was a misunderstanding and that he would explain

everything after I clarified it. Out of love for him, I cooperated. But I

found out that I was a fool. Due to my negligence, I caused harm to

Miss Walker. I'm willing to apologize to her and accept any

punishment.”

The woman's voice was sincere, with no evasion, and she didn't

absolve herself of responsibility because she was deceived. She

claimed that if she made a mistake, she owned up to it. She recognized

that if she caused harm to someone else, she needed to apologize and

accept punishment.

This audio clip fully confirmed Preston's betrayal of Molly. At the same

time, sharp netizens began to connect the dots regarding the identity of

the audios owner. They discovered where she had been staying in

Flento, though she had already left the city. It was also revealed that

Preston had visited her hotel twice in one day.

The first time was before dawn, and the second time was in the

afternoon. What did that imply?

These netizens seemed to have unearthed something unimaginable,

and major gossip anchors and media outlets all posted threads to

attract attention. This led to a deluge of comments from netizens.

Preston, Molly, and Zoie's identities were all thrust into the spotlight.

Photos of Zoie were posted online. She was beautiful, and she

mentioned in her recording that she looked quite similar to Preston's

love in his heart. Keen-eyed netizens quickly noticed a resemblance

between her and Camille, Ayan's wife from Simpson Group.

However, Camille had a gentler, more exquisite appearance, with a

more dimensional presence.

With this lead, netizens couldn't resist going to Simpson Group's official

website to ask questions. It was also uncovered that Camille had

known Preston and even partnered with him to start a company.

Preston had exited the company and Hance City due to incidents

involving Simpson Group's project.

As they delved deeper into Preston's affairs, they were more and more

shocked by what they uncovered.

Especially when it came to Preston changing his name and returning to

Hance City to collaborate with Simpson Group, they discovered that

even his secretary, also his cousin Sean, had issued a statement

blaming Preston.

"Oh my heavens, what kind of person is this Mr. Walker? Why am I

feeling a bit scared?"

"He's so cunning, isn't he?"

"He's truly scheming. Someone save me. I genuinely advise all girls to

quickly distance themselves from this kind of man."

When Preston received a call from his assistant, he was in his

apartment, hesitating about whether to visit Hance at that moment.

However, after his assistant informed him of the current situation, his

expression turned sinister. His usually dark eyes were filled with an icy

chill. He opened his phone's browser, and as soon as he typed his

name, an overwhelming flood of news articles appeared. They were all

directed at him, stirring up things he had barely managed to suppress.

Clutching his phone tightly, he absentmindedly picked up a water glass

from the coffee table and threw it at the TV.

His face looked unsightly, his eyes were cold, and he repeated to

himself over and over, "Who is it?"