Chapter 932: Self-Destruction


    Chapter 932: Self-Destruction


    "I share your thoughts, but I''m afraid to voice them out of fear of getting ganged up on."


    "To be honest, I have the same thoughts. It just feels odd. This doesn''t seem like a live broadcast


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    stating facts. It''s more like a broadcast set up to exin things for Mr. Walker."


    "Let''s leave it. They won''t answer our questions anyway. Let''s go!"


    With no one paying attention to these negative responses, a small portion of people didn''t want to say


    much more. They left ament, "Facts are still facts. Lies will eventually be exposed. We''ll wait for


    the moment when the truth is revealed."


    The live broadcaststed for twenty minutes and concluded. Ayan had watched it from beginning to


    end.


    He scrolled through the barrage ofments from the live stream, observing both the positive and


    negative remarks. After the broadcast ended, he closed hisptop. His handsome face bore a hint of


    cold indifference. It was hard to discern what he was thinking, but one thing was certain – he wasn''t in


    a terrible mood.


    Ayan sat at his desk without making a sound for quite some time. Outside, it had already grown dark,


    and the soundproofing in the study was excellent. Without the noise from the live stream, only a quiet


    stillness remained, asionally interrupted by faint breathing sounds.


    Ayan savored this tranquility. In this serene atmosphere, he could calmly reflect on his thoughts and


    feelings.


    Time passed without his notice, until the sudden ringtone of his phone disrupted the silence. He


    snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting to the phone on the desk. It was Kian calling.


    He picked up the phone and answered, not bothering to hold it since he was already using


    speakerphone.


    Kian''s voice came from the other end, "Mr. Simpson, Quintus and Cora have fled."


    "So, where are they?"


    "Quintus lured us away, but we''ve detained him. Cora, however, has disappeared." Kian''s voice was


    subdued, as if time had stopped in that moment. The silence after he finished speaking was absolute,


    devoid of any noise. Kian could imagine how unpleasant his boss''s expression must have been at that


    moment.


    He took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Simpson, I''ve brought Quintus back now.


    Would you like to personally ask him?"


    "Would he talk if I asked?" Ayan sneered, his voice chilling. "How did they do it?"


    "Quintus left the hotel with a woman, dressed in Cora''s clothes. They left the hotel cautiously and took


    a taxi. I thought he was nning to run away with Cora, so I followed them. But when we reached the


    station, I realized the woman wasn''t Cora. By the time I went back to the hotel, Cora was already gone.


    I''ve started investigating the surveince footage of their movements, but so far, there''s been no


    progress. Cora did leave the hotel after our people followed Quintus away, but I don''t know where she


    went."


    Kian gave Ayan a detailed ount of the situation on his end. He was feeling very guilty at this point.


    Failing to handle such a small matter properly made him think he might as well pack his bags and


    return to his hometown. He felt undeserving of continuing to work with Ayan.


    Ayan didn''t react to Kian''s report, maintaining his cold demeanor as he spoke, "She obtained fake


    documentation. She won''t be able to pass through airport or train station security. Arrange for someone


    to check the nearby coach stations immediately."


    "Alright, I''ll do that. And what about Quintus?"


    "Bring him back and take him to the other ce. I''m heading over there now."


    Ayan referred to the vi where Sean and Cora had been held captive before. It was secluded and


    rtively hidden. Although it was in a residential area, it wasn''t crowded or chaotic, making it


    convenient for such matters.


    With his instructions given, Ayan stood up from his chair. As he opened the door and walked out, he


    addressed Kian, "You''d better hope she''s still in Hance. If she''s truly gone to Flento and encounters


    Preston, Kian, you and your arranged men might as well quit your jobs!"


    Kian said, "I''m sorry, Mr. Simpson."


    "I don''t need your apologies."


    "I understand, Mr. Simpson. Rest assured, I''ll do everything I can to locate Cora."


    Ayan didn''t respond to Kian''s assurance and simply hung up the call.


    His face turned as cold as ice. He walked quickly downstairs, and just as he entered the living room,


    Camille came in with Timmy. She saw Ayan''s frosty expression, his brows furrowed tightly, and a


    profound chill in his deep eyes.


    Their gazes locked onto each other. Camille raised an eyebrow, concerned. "What''s wrong?"


    Ayan''s expression softened slightly, his voice low and rough. "I need to go out for a bit. I might bete


    "Sure." Camille nodded gently, handing Timmy over to the nanny before asking, "Where are you going?


    Is something wrong?"


    He reached out and lightly pinched Camille''s cheek, his voice gentle as he replied, "Just a small matter


    that needs my attention. Kian is busy, so I''ll handle it myself."


    Camille nodded in understanding and didn''t press for more information. She simply advised, "Be safe


    ande back soon."


    Ayan nodded, "I will."


    With that, he turned and strode out.


    As the sound of the car engine faded into the distance, Camille headed upstairs.


    Though it wasn''tte, the night had already fallen, and the neon lights illuminated the streets of Hance


    City. Ayan drove, his face tense, his brows knit tightly. He seemed like a string ready to snap at any


    moment.


    His speed increased gradually. What should have been an hour-long drive took him only forty minutes.


    When the car came to a stop, the bodyguards at the vi opened the door for him. Ayan got out of the


    car and entered the vi.


    Inside the vi''s living room, two bodyguards held Quintus in ce, not allowing him to move. Upon


    seeing Ayan''s entrance, Quintus didn''t appear surprised. Instead, he seemed remarkablyposed.


    "Mr. Simpson, what does this mean? Are you nning to detain me illegally?"


    Ayan''s expression remained cold, his eyes chillingly fixed on Quintus. He didn''t speak immediately but


    instead walked over to the couch and sat down.


    As Quintus observed Ayan''s demeanor, his own expression grew increasingly solemn. The more


    help but specte about Ayan''s thoughts.


    Their gazes collided, and Quintus was undoubtedly the first to look away.


    Ayan''s cold and indifferent gaze swept over Quintus, and his voice, equally detached, slowly


    resounded, "I heard you were born to your parents in theirter years? They must be over sixty now,


    right?"


    Quintus'' face instantly stiffened upon hearing this. He looked incredulously at Ayan before him, his


    voice slightly agitated, "What are you nning?"


    "nning? I''m not nning anything. What could I even do?" Ayan''s lips curled into a cold smile, his


    tone filled with a chilling edge. "It''s just that if your parents knew you''ve turned into this, following


    someone you shouldn''t, you''d essentially be ruining your own future. Would your parents be angry and


    heartbroken?"


    Quintus''s expression stiffened upon hearing this, his face an odd mixture of disbelief and distress. He


    tightly pressed his lips together, his mind involuntarily conjuring images of his parents and their


    expectations. Though they were old, they had put in a lot of effort, money, and hopes to raise him and


    send him to college.


    What if they knew that he had be someone who idled around like a loser? How would they feel?


    In Quintus''s heart, his parents were his anchor, the most important people to him.


    So, he couldn''t bear to let his parents down, to make them sad or worried. His eyes went vacant as he


    lost himself in thought.


    During this pause, Ayan didn''t speak. He simply watched Quintus with a faintly narrowed gaze, his


    expression indifferent. This continued for about half a minute before Quintus finally spoke again.


    Quintus''s voice was low as he said, "What do you want to know?"


    Ayan''s gaze remained cold and detached as he looked at him. "Tell me, what do you know?"


    Quintus hesitated for a few seconds before slowly responding, "Mr. Walker didn''t tell me much. He only


    asked me to stay at a hotel with Cora and put on a little show with the hotel staff."


    "So, where is Cora now?" Ayan''s eyes were shrouded in a chilling coldness, and his deep eyes


    seemed as profound and silent as an ancient abyss.