Chapter 758 Confrontation


    In the dimly lit room, two figures faced each other in silence. The tension in the air was palpable as


    they stared at each other with cold, unyielding gazes.


    On one side stood a tall and imposing man dressed in ck. His sharp features were entuated by


    the flickering light of a lone candle on the table beside him. He exuded an aura of danger and power


    that made even the bravest men tremble.


    On the other side was a petite woman with delicate features and long, flowing hair. Despite her small


    stature, she emanated an air of confidence and determination that belied her appearance.


    For several minutes, neither spoke nor moved. They simply stood there, sizing each other up like


    predators preparing to pounce on their prey.


    Finally, it was the man who broke the silence. "You know why I''m here," he said in a low voice that


    carried an undercurrent of menace.


    The woman nodded calmly but did not speak.


    "You''ve been meddling where you shouldn''t be," he continued. "And now you''re going to pay for it."


    The woman''s expression remained unchanged as she replied evenly: "I have done nothing wrong."


    "Wrong or not," he snarled, taking a step forward. "You will suffer for your interference."


    At this point, both parties knew that words would no longer suffice. It was time for action - time to see


    who would emerge victorious from this deadly game of cat-and-mouse.


    With lightning speed, theyunched themselves at each other - fists flying and weapons drawn -


    determined to emerge triumphant from this epic battle of wills.


    Camille narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her expression remained indifferent, and her voice


    continue with this project, then resign instead ofing to me. You should talk to yourpany''s


    leaders. I don''t have that much power."


    Louise felt powerless and stared at Camille as she said, "Are you really going to push me over the


    edge?"


    "Louise, are you mistaken? It''s not me pushing you over the edge; it''s your own problem that has


    nothing to do with me. I haven''t done anything to harm you; on the contrary, every time it was you who


    came looking for trouble with me. So why should I speak up for you? Are you trying to make things


    difficult for others?"


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    Camille felt speechless; she didn''t want to waste any more time arguing with Louise about this matter.


    She walked around Louise and left the restroom quickly before heading back into the meeting room.


    Their entire conversation was heard by a man in another restroom stall.


    After Camille left, a handsome man stepped out of his stall blocking Louise''s view of him in front of her


    light source.


    Louise turned around quickly and said,"Mr. Baxter!"


    Preston ignored what Louise had just said but smiled slightly while his lips curled upwards revealing an


    increasingly deeper smile as he asked,"You want out of this project? Do You also want out from your


    Louise looked at Preston nkly like she had found a life-saving straw nodding her head eagerly,"Mr.


    Baxter, Can You help Me? Can You give Me one chance?"


    Preston leaned closer towards Louise while speaking neither too lightly nor too heavily,"I have one way


    but it will be tough."


    "I''m not afraid! I''m willing!" replied Louise confidently.


    "Good then." Preston calcted everything behind his eyes which made even Louise feel shiver


    involuntarily yet all she could think about now was how soon would be able get away from these people


    so there wasn''t much else on her mind right now.


    With Preston''s assurance, Louise became motivated again. She knew that soon enough, she would be


    free from these people. However, could She really handle what Preston had nned next?


    Everything might not be as simple as She thought...


    Preston didn''t stay long with Louise, nor did he tell her when he would start helping her. He simply


    asked her to wait and then left.


    Preston finished work early at the museum and had made ns to meet a business partner of Norman


    Group''s for dinner in Darkmoor. The partner was involved in foreign trade and had a new coboration


    opportunity that Austin had introduced to Preston.


    The purpose of their dinner was to discuss this opportunity, but it couldn''t be done openly as it involved


    some illegal activities. However, the profits were high while the risks and responsibilities were equally


    great.


    They chatted happily throughout their meal in a private room before finalizing the deal. When they


    parted ways after dinner, Preston headed towards his car only to bump into Ayan who had just finished


    his own meal nearby.


    It had been a while since they met alone like this; theirst encounter was during the museum project''s


    banquet two days ago where Ayan stole all the attention from Preston.


    As they locked eyes with each other now, both could feel an array of emotions stirring within them.


    They weren''t afraid of each other though; instead, they stared intently at one another without breaking


    eye contact even for a moment.


    Ayan broke the silence by asking casually: "Should I call you Mr. Baxter or Mr. Walker?"


    Preston replied nonchntly: "Whatever makes Mr. Simpson happy."


    Ayan chuckled softly before continuing: "But how can I do that? After all, Mr. Baxter is currently wearing


    a mask and pretending to be someone else entirely! If I were to remove your hat right now, you


    wouldn''t have any face left!"


    Although Ayan spoke calmly without much emotion on his face or tone of voice, every word he said felt


    like an insult aimed directly at Preston''s ego - implying that he was nothing more than an imposter who


    couldn''t show his true self in public.


    Preston''s face was cold and gloomy, filled with anger and displeasure. He stood there motionless, his


    eyes burning with crimson fury. With a cold snort, he said, "What does it matter if it''s true or not? Mr.


    Simpson knows who I am. Whether or not I can hold my head up high in front of people is not for Mr.


    Simpson to decide. But I hope that when the secrets of the Simpson family are exposed, Mr. Simpson


    will still be as confident as he is now. I want to see if Cami will still stand by your side then."


    Preston brought up the topic of the Simpson family himself, which was something Ayan had yet to


    figure out because Preston had been silent on it for so long that investigating it was proving difficult.


    Ayan couldn''t find anything about something that had no clues or purpose.


    Seeing Ayan''s expression change involuntarily made Preston burst into a smug smile and his gaze


    became provocative as he spoke slowly: "If Mr. Simpson doesn''t believe us then let''s wait and see who


    has thestugh?"


    Ayan narrowed his eyes slightly while maintaining an indifferent expression on his face; he would


    naturally not be provoked by Preston''s taunts but there were ripples in his heart nheless . He


    looked at Preston without any emotion on his face before retorting coldly: "Since you have such great


    abilities why don''t you show them instead of hiding behind your words?"


    "Don''t worry Mr. Simpson everything happens for a reason; sooner orter The Simpsons Family will


    pay for what they''ve done," replied Preston calmly.


    "Oh really?" Ayan sneered with an icy expression on his face before continuing: "Do you have any


    evidence? Speaking recklesslyes with consequences; haven''t you learned how to speak properly


    yet? Or is it because nobody around you has set a good example for how to behave like a decent


    human being?"


    With a cold look in his eyes Ayan warned him through these words not to follow Sean''s path lest they


    end up losing track of him altogether.


    Preston immediately got agitated too and questioned directly: "Sean is in your hands right? What''s the


    point of hiding him like this? If you''re really so powerful why don''t we confront each other face-to-face?"


    "When ites to confrontation? You think anyone can confront me face-to-face?" Ayan sneered, his


    eyes filled with disdainful mockery. His words were telling Preston that he was not worthy of confronting


    him.


    Ayan had never considered Preston as an equal. If it weren''t for the fact that everything he did pointed


    towards the Simpson family, Ayan wouldn''t have bothered with him at all. He just wanted to know what


    grudge or other issues he had with the Simpson family.


    The two men stared at each other like this, and naturally, Preston was struck by Ayan''s words straight


    into his heart. His voice became cold and harsh as he said, "Since Mr. Simpson is so confident, let''s


    wait and see!"


    After speaking, Preston opened the car door and drove away.


    Ayan stood still in ce without moving. At this time Kian also walked quickly over to him and saw that


    Ayan''s face didn''t look good. He whispered,"Mr. Simpson, what did Preston say?"


    Ayan faintly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice,"Take me back to The Simpson Mansion."