Chapter 940: Don'T Be Foolish

Chapter 940: Don't Be Foolish

Then Preston got up and headed towards the bathroom. He had never

imagined that this day would force him to hide in the bathroom. But he

had no inkling that all of this was the result of his own actions, leading

to these consequences.

Once Preston entered the bathroom, Patrik finally opened the

apartment door.

With a somewhat unnatural look on his face, he glanced at the

policemen outside, a couple of them stationed across from his door,

also knocking.

He addressed the policemen outside, "Officers, what can I do for you?"

One of the officers spoke, "Sorry to bother you, we'd like to know if

you've seen the resident living across from you?"

Patrik's face stiffened slightly. Faced with the officers’ questions, his

brain seemed slow to react. Weren't they here for Preston?

Why were they asking about the person across from him now?

Patrik's nervousness didn't escape the officers’ notice. He explained,

"No need to be nervous. Just tell us what you know. We received a tip

that there's gambling going on across from you, so we're here to

investigate.”

"Investigate gambling?"

Patrik still found it hard to believe. After confirming repeatedly, he finally

felt relieved.

He hurriedly responded, "I'm sorry, I'm usually busy with work, so I

haven't paid much attention to the neighbor across from me. But now

that you mention it, I'll keep an eye out. If I hear anything, I can let you

know."

His sincerity and proactive attitude led the officers to express their

gratitude. They left a contact number with Patrik for any updates.

Having learned the situation, they didn't disturb Patrik any further.

Instead, they broke down the door across from his with the help of

property management. However, the apartment was empty, and they

found nothing.

Afterward, the police left. Most likely, the people inside had been tipped

off in advance, allowing them to flee before the authorities arrived.

Watching the police leave empty-handed from behind the door

separating him from Preston, both men wore different expressions and

reactions on their faces.

Patrik looked at Preston and softly asked, "Mr. Walker, why do I feel like

this isn't about gambling? I haven't seen anyone in the apartment

across from me since I moved in. Why would they suddenly be

suspected of gambling?"

Patrik was genuinely puzzled by the odd turn of events. But because he

hadn't received any response from Preston, he instinctively glanced

toward him. Preston's expression was extremely grim, especially his

dark eyes, which seemed to hold a cold and distant chill, as if he were

suppressing something.

Concern crept into Patrik's voice, "Mr. Walker, are you okay?"

Preston squinted his eyes, his expression extremely unpleasant. He

didn't speak, but his complexion was far from good.

Preston didn't continue to watch. He turned and walked back to the

living room, lighting a cigarette. His face was bathed in the pale light,

exuding a chilling aura. After taking a few drags, he spoke in a subdued

tone, "Arrange a car for me. I'm leaving tonight.”

Patrik was taken aback, somewhat surprised. "Mr. Walker, you're

leaving tonight? It's not safe outside right now. It'll be dangerous for you

to leave at this time."

Preston's voice remained calm, "Do you really think these police

officers are here to investigate a gambling case?"

Patrik looked at him with confusion, "What do you mean, Mr. Walker?"

“You said it yourself, there's no one living across from us. So, who's

gambling there?"

Preston snorted softly. This wasn't about gambling at all. It was a

deliberate false report to the police. The reason they hadn't come

charging at him directly was probably to send him a warning. If he didn't

leave now, the next house investigated for gambling might very well be

Patrik's.

What puzzled him was, since they already knew he was here, why

didn't they just come after him? Why go through this elaborate

process?

As this thought crossed his mind, his expression became so unpleasant

it could hardly be described. His eyes narrowed, icy coldness

simmering in their depths. A voice inside him grew louder and louder,

telling him that this had to be it. It had to be Ayan playing games. Ayan

wanted to manipulate him. If he stayed, he would be caught. But if he

left, Ayan would release his hounds, constantly pursuing him.

The more he thought, the worse his expression became. He didn't have

the luxury of choice now. The situation had escalated to the point where

he had no other option. But where to go? How to avoid the watchful

eyes of both the police and Ayan? He had no idea.

The current situation thoroughly annoyed Preston, his frustration

tainting his emotions, turning them utterly sour.

In such circumstances, he was at a loss about what to do.

After much hesitation, he picked up Patrik's phone and returned to the

master bedroom. Since he had arrived, Patrik had given him the master

bedroom. Although the apartment was rather small and the master

bedroom wasn't as spacious as those he had lived in before, he had no

right to be picky now.

Holding the phone, he dialed a number, and after two rings, the call

connected.

"Hello, this is Camille.”

A woman's voice sounded from the phone's receiver, as if she were

right beside him.

Preston's gaze instantly softened, a hard-to-describe emotion flickering

in his eyes. He spoke softly, "Cami, it's me."

As his voice rang out, Camille naturally recognized him right away.

Camille didn't respond, and the atmosphere immediately grew quiet.

Camille remained silent for a while without making a sound. Her silence

frustrated Preston.

Preston asked, "Cami, why aren't you saying anything?"

Camille's voice was calm, "Do you need something?"

"Cami, why are you being so distant? Have you forgotten how good we

used to be? Or perhaps, in your heart, you no longer see me as a

friend?"

Preston's emotions grew more turbulent with each word. He attempted

to appeal to her using their past, hoping she would soften and extend a

helping hand.

But Camille's response, or lack thereof, was far from what Preston

expected. She calmly said, "Preston, I'm grateful for what you did in the

past, that's beyond doubt. But your actions weren't entirely honorable. I

don't want to talk about certain things, but that doesn't mean I'm

ignorant. I just don't want to bother with it all. So, do you think there's

still a need for us to be friends?"

Her words were rejecting, telling Preston clearly that their friendship

was no longer necessary.

This was essentially telling Preston that she no longer wanted to be

friends with him. Because of these circumstances, their relationship

had been dragged into a situation that was beyond salvaging and no

longer worth saving.

Her attitude and her words didn't seem spontaneous; rather, it seemed

she had made up her mind since the events occurred.

The more he thought about it, the harder Preston found it to accept. He

believed that everything he had done was to press Ayan down and

show Camille who truly cared for her. He therefore attributed a part of

the responsibility for the current situation to Camille, as most of it was

connected to her in some way. He couldn't help but exclaim in

frustration, “Cami, how can you be so cold and heartless? I did all this

for whom? It's for you! But you, why do you always believe in Ayan and

not me? Do you really think Ayan truly cares for you? Aren't you being

naive? He'll never love you, not in the past, not now, not ever. Why

can't you see through it?"

Preston's agitation took over, making him sound harsher than he

intended. He was saying whatever came to mind, without considering

whether his words might make her uncomfortable.

His emotions spiraled out of control, baffling Camille. Annoyed, she

retorted, "Preston, we're adults. Don't shift the blame for your mistakes

onto others, okay?"