Chapter 881: Not Right


    Chapter 881: Not Right


    "Mr. Walker, it''s me, Cora. Can we meet up?" The woman''s hollow voice echoed in Preston''s ear.


    Preston narrowed his eyes, and his expression turned cold instantly. He calmly said, "Mrs. Norman, are


    you mistaking me for someone else? My name is Baxter, not the Mr. Walker you mentioned."


    "Don''t pretend you don''t recognize me, Mr. Walker. Since I can call you, it means I already know your


    true identity. Is there a need to be so secretive?" Cora chuckled lightly, but her voice remained eerily


    hollow, as if she was making the call in a vast and echoing ce.


    After her words, Preston''s expression grew more serious and somber. She had mentioned it this far, so


    Preston stopped beating around the bush. With a cold tone, he asked, "Just say what you want straight


    up!"


    Cora smiled faintly, "Mr. Walker, I want to make a deal with you. How about it?"


    "What makes you think you have anything to offer in a deal? As far as I know, you''ve been held captive


    by Ayan for so long that even Austin couldn''t find you. It''s hard for me not to suspect if you were sent


    here by Ayan to fish for information," Preston replied with a hint of casualness in his voice, but there


    was no trace of joking in his meaning.


    He was on guard with every word he spoke to Cora, especially since she had been hidden by Ayan for


    so long. How could she suddenly contact him? He couldn''t understand why Cora wanted to get in touch


    with him. There had been little interaction between them, and logically, if she wanted to contact anyone,


    it should be Austin, even if he was facing difficulties of his own. There was no reason for her to reach


    out to him.


    These unanswered questions only increased Preston''s wariness towards Cora.


    Her doubt didn''t stop Cora. She proceeded to provoke him, "Is Mr. Walker afraid of Ayan? Is that why


    you are so cautious around him?"


    Preston disliked beingpared to Ayan, especially when people felt he was inferior. It was like


    touching his sore spot.


    He let out a cold snort, his voice filled with iciness, "Huh, what''s Ayan? If he really had the ability, would


    he still be fooled by me until now?"


    Cora smiled lightly, "If that''s the case, then why worry about me being sent by him? Mr. Walker, let''s


    make a deal. It''s a win-win business, and you won''t lose. Interested?"


    Preston liked hearing others praise him, not just simplepliments, butparing him to Ayan.


    What did he care if Ayan was stronger?


    So far, Ayan hadn''t been able to outmaneuver him.


    Preston''s thoughts had always been this way, and he never intended to hide it from anyone.


    He didn''t immediately agree to Cora''s proposal but asked nonchntly, "What kind of deal?"


    "No hurry. Let''s meet in person when you have time. True deals can''t be discussed over the phone. I


    don''t feel at ease unless we talk face-to-face," Cora''s voicecked much emotion, but if you listened


    closely, you could sense some trembling in her words.


    However, she was trying her best to appearposed as she continued, "Mr. Walker, the matter


    involves Camille and Ayan. I can only tell you this much for now. If you''re not interested, consider this


    call never happened. If you''re intrigued, it''s best to meet me within two days. Otherwise, I can''t


    guarantee that I won''t coborate with someone else."


    Mentioning Camille and Ayan piqued Preston''s interest.


    Preston asked in a calm tone, "Why is it involved them?"


    "That''s something I can only tell you in person," Cora refused to reveal her purpose over the phone and


    didn''t want to share what she knew about Ayan directly with Preston.


    Preston didn''t deny being curious about her words, but he didn''t think it necessary to make a special


    trip from Flento to Hance for something he didn''t know. After all, he still had unresolved matters to deal


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    with, and he didn''t want to waste any extra time on other things.


    But the mention of Ayan made him unable to resist his curiosity.


    After a moment of contemtion, he said indifferently, "I''m not in Hance at the moment. If you insist on


    meeting me to talk, thene to Flento."


    Cora immediately refused, "I can''t go to Flento."


    Her response seemed a bit too eager, arousing suspicion in Preston''s mind.


    Preston asked, "What do you mean, Mrs. Norman? Don''t want to work with me anymore?"


    Cora said, "Of course, I want to. Why else would I call you? I believe Mr. Walker knows that I''ve been in


    Ayan''s hands without any news for so long. Now that I can call you freely, you can guess what it


    means. So I can''t leave Hance. If I try to go to Flento, Ayan will catch me before I even get there."


    Cora had slipped out this afternoon. She had been waiting for this day for a long time, and getting out


    of the mental hospital hade at a great cost.


    Thinking of those difficult days, she felt intense hatred towards Ayan.


    She loved this man, but he was heartless. He was willing to ruin her, leaving Cora with no way to


    endure it.


    She told Preston, "If Mr. Walker can''te back to Hance for now, could you please arrange a ce


    for me to stay? I won''t let you lose. I know things that will definitely satisfy you."


    Finally, Preston agreed to Cora''s request. He had his secretary, Quintus, contact Cora. If there was


    anything, she could reach out to Quintus temporarily.


    After finishing the call with Cora, Preston felt uneasy and had Quintus inquire about the current


    situation in Hance.


    But Quintus couldn''t get close to Ayan, so there was no way to find out what Ayan was up to.


    Preston hesitated for a while before deciding to call Camille himself.


    They hadn''t been in contact for a long time. Thest time they met was at the museum before Camille


    went to Flento. Since then, they had nomunication at all.


    So this phone call was their first contact in a long time.


    Camille answered after a long time, and her voice sounded somewhat distant, "Hello? What''s the


    matter?"


    Her tone was too cold, making Preston''s gaze slightly stiff.


    Preston furrowed his brow, his voice hoarse as he said, "Cami, is it a good time to talk? I want to


    discuss something with you."


    Camille replied calmly, "Go ahead, what is it?"


    Preston''s frown deepened, and he said, "Cami, I can''t help but feel something is off from your voice.


    Are you not in a good mood?"


    In a soft tone, Preston was trying to probe for information about Ayan from Camille''s words.


    But Camille had always been tight-lipped. If she didn''t want to say something, it was almost impossible


    to get her to talk.


    Camille replied indifferently, "Nothing''s wrong. Just tell me what you want. If you have nothing to say,


    then I''ll hang up. It''ste, and I need to rest."


    Every word Camille said felt distant to Preston. Even though she had been like this for a long time, he


    still couldn''t get used to it. So every time they spoke like this, Preston would be agitated.


    He asked Camille, "Cami, you didn''t use to be like this to me. Why are you always like this now? Does


    Ayan not allow you to continue being friends with me? He doesn''t truly love you. If he really cared for


    you, he would want you to be happy and carefree, not control every aspect of your life like he does


    now, Cami!!!"


    "Is that all you wanted to say? If you called to talk about these irrelevant topics, then I won''t answer


    your calls again next time. So what do you want from me?" Camille made it clear that she didn''t want


    Preston to say anything negative about Ayan.