Chapter 939: Surveillance

Chapter 939: Surveillance

Sienna met Camille's gaze and answered seriously, “I find him a

pervert."

Indeed, this wasn't about genuine affection; it was obsession. There

was something wrong with his mind. Camille silently told herself that

from this moment on, it was over. Everything between they two were

cleanly cut off here.

The good moments and the help she had received in the past were

now just a way for her to return the favor he had conjured up out of thin

air.

Camille didn't dwell on the matter any longer. She continued working

with Sienna on their unfinished tasks and later, when it was time to pick

up Timmy, they both headed to get him.

Even though it was already past five in the afternoon, the online buzz

surrounding the situation had not waned with time. Instead, new

developments were constantly emerging.

Ayan thought Preston would be frantically busy like an ant on a hot

pan, but surprisingly, he found the leisure to report to the police on

Quintus's behalf.

Pretending to be Quintus’s friend, he reported that Quintus was missing

and directly implicated Ayan as the cause. His reasoning was that

Quintus held incriminating evidence against Ayan, so Ayan might be

inclined to silence him.

Ayan had a good relationship with the police, so any matters involving

the Simpson Group and Ayan would naturally draw attention from law

enforcement. Logan promptly informed Ayan about this development, to

which Ayan responded with a cold smile, “It's quite amusing that he still

has spare time to meddle in other people's affairs.”

Logan couldn't help but smile too. "What's your plan?"

"Since he has reported to the police, we'll naturally cooperate with

them. It would be a waste not to," Ayan replied nonchalantly. He had

already informed Logan about the situation with Quintus. Quintus was

temporarily in his custody due to certain matters that needed to be

resolved. Logan had made the necessary arrangements to keep track

of this information, rendering Preston's attempt to involve the police

futile.

What was touted as cooperation on Quintus's part was nothing more

than a facade. Unbeknownst to Quintus, Ayan informed him of

Preston's current situation. After perusing the online news, Quintus was

well aware that Preston couldn't contend with Ayan. Hesitating for a

while, he turned to his vigilant bodyguard and said, "I want to meet Mr.

Simpson."

Of course, the bodyguard wouldn't agree and instead informed Quintus,

“If you have anything to say, say it directly. Mr. Simpson doesn't have

time to see you."

"Doesn't Mr. Simpson want to know about Preston's affairs?"

"Preston is in dire straits now. Do you think Mr. Simpson still has

concerns for him?"

Quintus's face turned pale, and he fell silent as he realized the truth in

the bodyguard's words.

Thus, he could only truthfully explain, “Then please relay to Mr.

Simpson that I genuinely don't know why Preston wants to contact

Cora. I also have no idea about how Cora left Hance. Obviously,

Preston doesn't fully trust me, but I do know that Preston has a trusted

assistant at Flento's Walker Group. This assistant has been with

Preston for many years and has a shared background in the same

orphanage. I believe Mr. Simpson might find this interesting.”

The bodyguard's expression grew serious as he looked at Quintus.

“Don't try any tricks. If you dare lie, consider whether you'll even be

able to leave."

Quintus replied, "If you don't believe me, then investigate. Given

Preston's current predicament, Mr. Simpson shouldn't have a hard time

looking into this matter. It's relatively easy to find out about this

assistant, who has worked at Walker Group for many years and has

little contact with Preston.”

"What's the assistant's name?"

“I don't know his name, but I've only heard Preston speak with this

assistant over the phone. All I know is his first name is Patrik."

The bodyguard nodded and signaled to another person who was

keeping an eye on Quintus. Then, he stepped outside the villa to make

a phone call.

The bodyguard immediately reported this to Ayan. Ayan wasn't entirely

convinced by Quintus's information, but at this critical moment, Quintus

had seemingly nothing to gain from lying. Wasting Ayan's time with

false information also wouldn't serve any purpose. Thus, he asked Kian

to check on Walker Group and see if there was such an assistant.

The investigation confirmed the existence of a Patrik. However, Adams

had no connection with Preston whatsoever, even though Preston had

worked at Walker Group previously. So, when Kian's contacts at Walker

Group were asked about Patrik, they instinctively denied any

association between Patrik and Preston.

Nevertheless, the fact that Quintus knew about this inconspicuous

assistant indicated that there was likely some reason behind it.

Around five in the afternoon, Patrik finished his work at Walker Group.

He walked to the parking garage and then drove away.

Kian followed slowly, maintaining a safe distance. Along the way, Patrik

stopped his car twice. The first time, he went to a supermarket and

bought a large bag of items. The second time, he went to a restaurant

and got some takeout dishes. Clearly, this amount of food wasn't meant

for just one person. Based on what Kian learned at Walker Group,

Patrik lived alone without a girlfriend or family in Flento .

So, who was he buying all this food for?

A friend, perhaps?

Kian messaged Ayan about the situation and continued to follow Patrik

back to his apartment.

Listening outside the apartment building's gate, Kian couldn't see

inside, making it impossible to determine what was happening indoors.

Kian found an inconspicuous spot to park his car, then dialed Ayan's

phone. He reported the current situation to Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, I can't

get in. Even if I could, I can't just knock on the door. That could easily

alert Preston.”

Ayan responded with a calm "mm-hmm." Then he said something in a

light tone that immediately lit up Kian's eyes. A smile involuntarily crept

onto his face, and he hurriedly said, "Alright, I'll arrange it. If Preston is

really at Patrik's place, he won't just sit there waiting to be caught.”

“I don't need him to be caught; I want him to run.” Ayan's voice was

indifferent. He then mentioned Cora's situation, saying coldly, "Cora is

still in Hance, and she's probably aware of Preston's situation. So, she

won't dare to take any action.”

“In that case, let's deal with Preston first, and then Cora will have no

way out. She doesn't have money, no documents. Even if a fake ID can

help her survive, it won't last long. Sooner or later, it'll surface.” Kian

responded softly, then quickly added, "Mr. Simpson, I'll take care of it

right away. I won't give Preston a moment to catch his breath.”

"Alright." Ayan's tone remained unchanged. He instructed Kian, "Once

you're done, send Zoie abroad. Preston's reach isn't that far, so he

won't be able to harm her. She's cooperating with us, and we can't let

her get into danger.”

"Understood. I'll take care of it and ensure she's safely sent abroad.”

Zoie was currently with Kian, so everything was considered safe. It's

just that with Preston's current state, he would surely pin all the blame

on Zoie, thinking that she had schemed against him. Given Preston's

nature, he wouldn't spare Zoie.

After Kian and Ayan finished the call, Kian immediately made another

call and then sat in the car, waiting quietly.

Before long, two police cars with sirens blaring arrived at the apartment

gate. The loud alarm had caught the attention of residents, most of

whom were returning home from work at this hour, making the scene

quite bustling.

The police followed the information provided by the emergency call,

knocking on the door of Patrik's apartment, with sirens still blaring.

Patrik, hearing the knocking and sirens and seeing the police through

the peephole, looked alarmed. He glanced at Preston, who was still

holding a forks at the dining table.

Speaking in hushed tones, Patrik asked Preston, "Mr. Walker, what

should we do?"

Preston's expression remained composed, though his eyes showed a

flicker of panic. He put down his utensils, turned his gaze to Patrik, and

asked, "Were you followed when you came back?"

Patrik shook his head, "Impossible. No one knows about our

connection, so it's unlikely I was followed."

Preston's face remained serious. As the doorbell continued ringing, he

said, "I'll go to the bathroom. You open the door and see what's going

on.”