Chapter 959: Hit And Run

Chapter 959: Hit and Run

Preston fell silent and abruptly hung up the phone.

On the insurance company's side, they were relentless with their

questions, not giving him any room to breathe. After several calls,

Preston could only yield.

The assistant called Kian to inform him, "Preston has transferred the

compensation for the damages directly to the insurance company. It

should be transferred to us shortly.”

Kian nodded and glanced at Ayan. Ayan said, "Donate this money, then

have the official account post about this incident. No need to mention

names; curious netizens will investigate themselves."

Following Ayan's instructions, the assistant quickly took action, and the

call ended.

After the call, Kian expressed his concern, "Mr. Simpson, won't this

push Preston to the edge?"

"What do you think he can do if he's pushed to the edge? He's currently

using this identity and face in Hance City, and he can hardly move an

inch. If he dares to take action, wouldn't it be better for him to just end

me directly?" Ayan replied.

Ayan had been worried before, especially about the possibility of

Preston drawing on connections from the Walkers or involving Camille

and Timmy in this. That's why he had arranged for protection behind

the scenes.

However, after his own accident, he seemed to have realized

something. What Preston wanted was not their lives. What could be

more devastating than being dragged down from the pinnacle and

thrown into the mud? For someone like Ayan, that was the most

excruciating punishment.

But did Preston have the capability for that?

Simpson Group followed Ayan's instructions and posted on their official

account. Preston naturally saw it, and his face twisted with displeasure.

He muttered, "Bastard."

Clutching his phone tightly, Preston's emotions were getting out of

control. His expression turned particularly sinister, and he entered a

series of numbers to make a call. When the call was answered, his

voice was cold and emotionless, "Why haven't you made any

progress? At this rate, when will you make Ayan pay attention to you?"

Preston's voice was filled with dissatisfaction and anger, especially

after seeing the posts on Simpson Group's official account. He was in a

foul mood and wanted Ayan to pay some price. Otherwise, he couldn't

accept this situation where Ayan was becoming increasingly dominant.

His words put immense pressure on Eileen on the other end of the line.

She responded hesitantly, "I want him to agree to my request, but he's

asking for sincerity. Without sincerity, he won't agree. What should I

do?"

Preston's face remained cold as he asked, "What does he mean by

sincerity? He wants to know what our intentions are?"

"Yes, apart from that, I don't have anything worth knowing," Eileen

replied nonchalantly.

Preston snorted, his voice devoid of warmth, "You said Ayan values

you. How is it that you still haven't resolved this little matter?"

“I don't think he values me anymore. After everything that has

happened, do you think he still cares about me?" Eileen asked.

"So, you're useless to Ayan now?" Preston inquired.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm useless now, so why

bother making this call?" Eileen's tone didn't improve, and her

expression soured further due to Preston's words. In a place where

Preston couldn't see, she rolled her eyes and her tone turned even

more sarcastic as she continued, "You think I'm worthless to Ayan too,

but what about you? Aren't you supposed to be a longtime friend of

Camille's? Yet, Camille doesn't seem inclined to help you in any way,

so who between us is truly useless?"

Eileen knew about Preston's feelings for Camille and how Camille had

been cold towards him. Preston had even tried calling Camille in her

presence, but Camille's attitude had been extremely indifferent, almost

dismissive.

Now, she used Camille's attitude to confront Preston. It was as if she

had slapped him across the face. Following her remark, Preston

seemed to be slapped hard, and he asked coldly, "What do you mean

by that? Are you planning to leave me and go to Ayan?"

"I didn't say that. You were the one who said I'm useless," Eileen

replied calmly.

Preston continued, "I hope you can come up with a solution. Ayan is

getting too arrogant now, which violates our agreement. It will harm our

future prospects. Do you want us to be powerless against Ayan?"

"I didn't think that way; these are all your assumptions,” Eileen replied,

feeling genuinely exhausted. Especially now, when she had nothing

left. Before Preston came into the picture, her career had been thriving,

progressing exceptionally well. But since Preston's arrival, everything

seemed to be on a downward spiral. It was becoming increasingly

challenging for her to avoid deep contemplation about her situation.

Facing Preston, she couldn't directly reveal her thoughts. She simply

said, "Your point is understood, but I hope you can understand my

situation. I want to convince Ayan as soon as possible, but the decision

is in his hands. What can I do?"

Preston fell silent briefly and then spoke calmly, "Methods can be rigid,

but people are not." Then Preston's proposal made Eileen's face stiffen

with concern. She asked, "Is this feasible?"

"What's not feasible about it? At this point, it's the best course of action.

Only by doing this can Ayan agree to your request, and only by doing

this can we further our goals.”

"But will he come?" Eileen inquired.

"He doesn't have to come, but you can go to him," Preston suggested.

Eileen fell silent, her expression turning cold and distant, her eyes

reflecting a tense determination.

She pressed her lips tightly, refraining from speaking, effectively

accepting Preston's proposal.

Taking a silent deep breath, Preston's voice filled the air again. He said,

“I'l have someone deliver it to you discreetly. This way, it won't raise

any suspicions. By the time Ayan becomes suspicious after the

incident, it'll be too late.”

"Alright."

Preston acted swiftly, and that very afternoon, someone delivered the

package to Eileen.

Holding the small bundle in her hands, Eileen's face wore a grave

expression. She could feel her hands trembling uncontrollably, but at

this point, it seemed she had no other option.

As long as Ayan agreed to her conditions, her career would rise once

more. When that happened, she wouldn't have to carry out any of

Preston's assignments. The control would be back in her hands.

As she thought about the possibilities, she clenched her fists tightly.

Her determination grew stronger. It felt as though she had summoned

all her strength, and she quickly picked up her phone to call Ayan.

However, there was no answer.

Eileen didn't give up and immediately called Kian. Unfortunately, Kian's

response was, "I'm sorry, Miss Khan, but Mr. Simpson is currently busy

and unavailable to answer your call. I will pass on your message when

he's available."

Eileen hurriedly asked, "Can I go to Simpson Group and wait?"