Chapter 967: Letting Go

Chapter 967: Letting Go

"Use her phone number to locate her address, then go straight there,"

he ordered, his handsome face devoid of any expression or emotion.

Kian nodded but still asked, "Should I have a few people follow us?"

Ayan opened his eyes, and a coldness emanated from his deep gaze.

He looked out the window, his eyes filled with a chilling indifference.

This demeanor continued until Kian drove them to Cora's residence.

Cora was currently staying in a rather ordinary motel. Instead of driving

directly to the motel's entrance, they parked on the side of the road

opposite the motel.

Once the car came to a stop, Kian softly inquired, “Mr. Simpson, our

people are also here. Should we wait for Cora to appear, or should we

take the move?"

Ayan's gaze remained cool and calm. He replied indifferently, "Find out

which room she's staying in, and go straight up."

Kian nodded and then watched as Ayan pushed open the car door and

left.

Ayan walked towards the motel with deliberate, measured steps. Even

from a distance, Kian could feel the icy aura radiating from him,

enveloping those around him in a cold chill.

Inside the motel, Kian's people had already obtained the room number

where Cora was staying through the motel's owner. However, Cora had

left half an hour ago and wasn't in her room at the moment.

Worried, Kian asked Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, what should we do now?"

"We wait upstairs,” Ayan replied coolly before heading towards the

stairs.

Kian immediately instructed their team, "Accompany our boss here and

wait. Don't reveal yourselves until she returns, then escort her

upstairs.”

With that, Kian followed Ayan into the room where Cora was staying.

The room was somewhat messy, with several leftover takeout boxes

and fruit peels scattered on the floor. There were also some pieces of

clothing haphazardly strewn about for changing.

Ayan had Kian fetch a chair from the adjacent room and sat in a

position where he could directly see the door.

Ayan sat in the room for nearly an hour, during which the room

remained eerily quiet. Kian sat just a few steps away from Ayan and

occasionally stole glances at him. Ayan kept his eyes closed, and from

last night until now, he had barely gotten any rest. Therefore, Kian even

held his breath to avoid disturbing him.

Suddenly, a commotion could be heard from outside the room. Ayan's

eyes snapped open, and his gaze, as well as Kian's, shifted towards

the door.

Ayan sat perfectly still, and the dark abyss of his eyes remained

unblinking. As the door opened from the outside, a person wearing a

duckbill cap and loose-fitting T-shirt and jeans entered. Before she

could step into the room, she saw the man directly in her line of sight.

Their eyes locked, and her body froze. Her blood seemed to stop

flowing through her veins. She immediately realized the situation and

instinctively took a step back, attempting to close the door behind her.

However, the two bodyguards who had come up with her blocked her

path.

She had no choice but to enter the room, and the door closed behind

her.

Cora stood hesitantly by the entrance, unable to move any farther. Her

eyes were fixed on Ayan, and her expression was one of panic and

anxiety. Her voice quivered as she spoke, "Ayan, why are you here?"

Ayan's gaze held a coldness, but there was no trace of anger. He

replied indifferently, "Why do you think I'm here?"

Cora's face twisted into an awkward expression, and her fear remained

palpable in her eyes. She said, "Ayan, I've become so pitiful. Can't you

let me go? I won't bother you anymore. If you don't want me to stay in

Hance, I can leave. I'll never come back, as long as you don't trouble

me anymore or lock me up. Can you do that?"

As Cora spoke, she walked further into the room, but she still kept her

distance from Ayan. It seemed like she couldn't look him in the eyes,

possibly out of guilt. She pretended to stay composed in front of Ayan,

not showing any signs of panic to prevent him from seeing through her.

Her reaction, however, appeared crude and unconvincing in Ayan's

eyes. He didn't seem to pay her much attention. He spoke with

indifference, "You have one chance to tell the truth, only one chance.

So, I'll give you five minutes to consider.”

Ayan's words held a veiled threat, but Cora tried to feign ignorance,

saying, "Ayan, I don't know what you're talking about. Everything I've

told you is the truth. I promise you, I understand that you don't believe

anything I say anymore. Every word I say probably means nothing to

you. But I still have to say it. Right now, to you, I'm like an ant. I have

no right to oppose you, so what's the point?"

Cora attempted to portray herself as pitiful, hoping to elicit some

empathy from Ayan. However, after she finished speaking, Ayan's

expression remained unchanged. He looked at her with a cold gaze,

devoid of any emotion.

He calmly asked, "How much time is left?"

This question was directed at Kian.

Kian promptly replied, “Three minutes.”

As Kian's words came to an end, Cora became increasingly flustered.

She exclaimed, "Ayan, everything I said is true. Yes, I did try to escape,

but I had no choice. I was forced into this situation. This is not a place

for normal people. Even if I've made mistakes, you can't treat me like

this. What you're doing is illegal.”

Cora's voice grew more intense, her tone rising. Her face reddened due

to her heightened emotions.

However, her words had no impact on Ayan, who remained

unresponsive. He simply stared at her, his expression cold and

unforgiving.

It wasn't until Kian said, "Mr. Simpson, the five-minute time limit is up,”

that the tension in the room reached its peak.

Upon hearing this, Cora’s anxiety became more evident. She pleaded,

"Ayan, please spare me. Consider our many years of relationship. Now

that even Austin is gone, I have nothing left. Give me a chance!"

Ayan's tone remained indifferent as he said, "Are you finished?"

Cora fell silent, but her unease only grew. She stared at Ayan with

uncertainty and fear. She was at a loss for words and struggled to

maintain her composure.

Ayan let out a light chuckle, his handsome face radiating a chilling

coldness. He said, "You're really going to great lengths to deal with me,

aren't you? Trying to exaggerate things with Preston about Camille and

me not being divorced, is that your plan?"

Cora found herself caught in the web of his words, her expression

betraying a hint of guilt. She avoided direct eye contact with Ayan and

her voice trembled, "Ayan, I didn't... How could I possibly contact

Preston?"

Ayan's smile remained cold, and his voice was icy as he said, "Of

course, you couldn't have contacted Preston. After all, Preston is in no

position to fulfill your demands right now. Your demands are merely

about money. So, why didn't you contact me directly? Why did you

have to personally call Camille and tell her? Do you believe that I won't

punish you?"

He questioned her methodically, pushing her to reveal the truth. Cora

was left speechless, and her anxiety grew more apparent. She looked

at Ayan, then at Kian, her eyes darting back and forth. Her voice

trembled as she begged, "Ayan, please spare me. I don't know what

you're talking about. I don't understand. Please, spare me!"