Chapter 809: Provocation
Chapter 809: Provocation
Austin couldn''t conceal his smirk as he said, "What can you do if I change my mind? Both you and your
wife are in my hands, and I can do whatever I want."
"Is that so?"
Ayan showed no fear and made no attempt to struggle, still under the control of Austin''s men.
However, these simple words, spoken by Ayan, made Austin feel somewhat ufortable. It was an
indescribable sense of strangeness, as if Ayan wasn''t affected by Austin''s actions as much as he had
anticipated.
Austin''s face suddenly turned into a cold smile, and he said, "Ayan, when you kicked me out of the
project, you should have anticipated this day. Did you really think I would let it go? Of course not. What
you did to Cora has caused me significant losses, and I, Austin, will make sure to settle this score."
"So, how do you n to settle it?"
"Of course, by exposing youpletely, letting everyone see your true face. You and Simpson Group
are nothing more than wolves in sheep''s clothing. Let me tell you, I''m not the only one who wants to
see you fall. Once you''re down, Simpson Group will be like a dead whale, slowly devoured by other fish
until nothing is left, and the Simpson family will be nothing. The same goes for you, Ayan."
Austin felt a surge of excitement, envisioning the scene where hepletely defeated Ayan. Who else
could control Ayan like he could? Whatever he wanted Ayan to do, Ayan would have to do it.
The taste of this power was truly exhrating.
All the pent-up resentment in his heart was released at this moment, but it was far from enough.
Everything was just beginning.
He handed the apology letter, written by Ayan, to his assistant. A smile covered his face, and his eyes
remained fixed on Ayan, just a few steps away. He calmly said, "Send the apology letter personally
written by Mr. Simpson to the PR department of Simpson Group. Within five minutes, I want to see that
apology letter posted at the top of Simpson Group''s official social media ount."
After speaking, he walked up to Ayan, smirking and reaching out to pat his cheek. But Ayan turned his
head to avoid the touch, emanating a chilling aura. His voice turned cold as he said, "Mr. Simpson, give
your secretary a call. Time waits for no one."
Saying that, he directly pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and handed it to Ayan, signaling him
to unlock it.
Ayan didn''t move, so Austin said, "Mr. Simpson, it''s better for you to do what I invite you to do. My men
can be rough, and I''m concerned they might harm you. It wouldn''t look good if that got out."
Ayan seemed to have no reaction, his distant indifference ring at Austin as if he didn''t care at all.
Austin found this look extremely annoying. He had tolerated it before, but now, with Ayan still giving him
that gaze, he was getting agitated.
He said, "Ayan, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling resentful? Even if you''re not
happy, so what? Don''t forget, you''re in my hands now, and so is your wife. Show me a little respect, or I
can''t guarantee what I might do."
Maybe it was because Austin mentioned Camille, but one thing is certain: Ayan wasn''t looking at him.
However, there was a peculiar expression in his eyes that couldn''t be described.
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Or apprehension?
No, it was neither.
It was an indescribable defiance that words couldn''t express.
Ayan unlocked his phone and dialed Kian''s number, following Austin''s instructions.
When Kian received Ayan''s call, he was already at the spot where Ayan had separated from the
bodyguard, but this call made him feel uneasy. Ayan couldn''t possibly make a tant phone call after
entering the vi area.
If there were any arrangements, they wouldmunicate through messages.
If he made a call, it would easily give away their position and be discovered.
So when he saw Ayan''s call, he hesitated for a moment before answering, "Mr. Simpson!"
"It''s me," Ayan''s voice was low.
Kian inquired, "Do you need something?"
"I''m going to send you an email now. Log in to the Simpson Group''s official blog and pin that email at
the top."
"Alright."
Kian didn''t know what the email was about, but he agreed immediately. However, from Ayan''s
He was convinced that Ayan had found Austin, but Austin had control over him. Ayan''s calmness and
tone remained unchanged. It was as if he were speaking normally.
But this kind of normalcy was abnormal, and Kian had learned this from being around Ayan for many
years.
After the call ended, Kian stepped out of the car. He quickly arranged the setup, realizing they couldn''t
wait any longer if Ayan was under Austin''s control.
He instructed a few professionally trained bodyguards to enter from the side doors and search without
being detected by Austin''s people. With the fading daylight, it would be less suspicious to enter at this
time.
After organizing everything, he watched the bodyguards depart, and soon after, he received the email
on his phone from Ayan.
Seeing the photo of a handwritten apology letter, Kian furrowed his brow involuntarily.
Wasn''t this Ayan''s handwriting?
He frowned slightly, silently reading the contents of the handwritten apology letter. Then, he understood
its meaning.
Austin must have forced Ayan to write it, but Austin had no idea how skilled Ayan was in calligraphy.
The handwriting that Ayan used to sign the contract in Simpson Group is his own handwriting. Bit at
other asions, he would write by imitating others'' handwriting.
Only Kian knew about this because he had paid attention. However, he never directly asked Ayan
about it, and naturally, Ayan knew that Kian was aware.
Kian was someone he trusted.
That''s why these shorings in his work would only be revealed in front of him.
Kian couldn''t help but feel relieved. Even though Ayan had lost his freedom and choices under Austin''s
control, he could still find a way to turn the situation around.
Without wasting any more time, Kian quickly logged into the official blog and posted the apology letters.
Then, he contacted the PR department to reach out to Twitter executives, ready to control and delete
any messages rted to this incident.
As soon as the apology letter was posted, Austin''s assistant saw it immediately.
He promptly reported to Austin, "Mr. Norman, Simpson Group has sent it."
Austin took the phone and nced at it casually, then revealed a satisfied smile. He handed the phone
to his assistant and walked leisurely towards Ayan. He said, "I ept Mr. Simpson''s apology, but that''s
far from enough. Mr. Simpson still needs to tell me where my wife is. What do you think, Mr. Simpson?"
Ayan was well aware that Austin wouldn''t be satisfied with just that. He would demand step by step.
The conditions he mentioned were only for that moment, and once they were fulfilled, he would make
new demands.
Ayan knew Austin well and understood his thoughts.
Ayan smiled faintly, a hint of indifference flickering in his eyes. Hisughter caught Austin off guard, and
Austin asked in an annoyed tone, "What are youughing at? What''s so funny?"
Their eyes locked, and since his hands were being controlled by two people, he didn''t bother struggling
or moving. He was just feeling a bit tired with standing a long time. The room was brightly lit, and the
sky outside was almost dark.
He started to worry about Camille and couldn''t help but wonder if Kian understood his intentions.
He remained silent, and Austin questioned him again.
Unable to bear it any longer, Austin kicked him fiercely in the knee. Ayan couldn''t dodge it and endured
the blow.
Their gazes shed, and Austin''s eyes were filled with ferocity and anger. "Ayan, what do you think
you are? How dare you defy me?"