Chapter 959: Hit And Run


    Chapter 959: Hit and Run


    Preston fell silent and abruptly hung up the phone.


    On the insurancepany''s side, they were relentless with their questions, not giving him any room to


    breathe. After several calls, Preston could only yield.


    The assistant called Kian to inform him, "Preston has transferred thepensation for the damages


    directly to the insurancepany. It should be transferred to us shortly."


    Kian nodded and nced at Ayan. Ayan said, "Donate this money, then have the official ount post


    about this incident. No need to mention names; curiousizens will investigate themselves."


    Following Ayan''s instructions, the assistant quickly took action, and the call ended.


    After the call, Kian expressed his concern, "Mr. Simpson, won''t this push Preston to the edge?"


    "What do you think he can do if he''s pushed to the edge? He''s currently using this identity and face in


    Hance City, and he can hardly move an inch. If he dares to take action, wouldn''t it be better for him to


    just end me directly?" Ayan replied.


    Ayan had been worried before, especially about the possibility of Preston drawing on connections from


    the Walkers or involving Camille and Timmy in this. That''s why he had arranged for protection behind


    the scenes.


    However, after his own ident, he seemed to have realized something. What Preston wanted was not


    their lives. What could be more devastating than being dragged down from the pinnacle and thrown


    into the mud? For someone like Ayan, that was the most excruciating punishment.


    But did Preston have the capability for that?


    Simpson Group followed Ayan''s instructions and posted on their official ount. Preston naturally saw


    it, and his face twisted with displeasure. He muttered, "Bastard."


    Clutching his phone tightly, Preston''s emotions were getting out of control. His expression turned


    particrly sinister, and he entered a series of numbers to make a call. When the call was answered,


    his voice was cold and emotionless, "Why haven''t you made any progress? At this rate, when will you


    make Ayan pay attention to you?"


    Preston''s voice was filled with dissatisfaction and anger, especially after seeing the posts on Simpson


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    Group''s official ount. He was in a foul mood and wanted Ayan to pay some price. Otherwise, he


    couldn''t ept this situation where Ayan was bing increasingly dominant.


    His words put immense pressure on Eileen on the other end of the line. She responded hesitantly, "I


    want him to agree to my request, but he''s asking for sincerity. Without sincerity, he won''t agree. What


    should I do?"


    Preston''s face remained cold as he asked, "What does he mean by sincerity? He wants to know what


    our intentions are?"


    "Yes, apart from that, I don''t have anything worth knowing," Eileen replied nonchntly.


    Preston snorted, his voice devoid of warmth, "You said Ayan values you. How is it that you still haven''t


    resolved this little matter?"


    "I don''t think he values me anymore. After everything that has happened, do you think he still cares


    about me?" Eileen asked.


    "So, you''re useless to Ayan now?" Preston inquired.


    "What do you mean by that? Do you think I''m useless now, so why bother making this call?" Eileen''s


    tone didn''t improve, and her expression soured further due to Preston''s words. In a ce where


    Preston couldn''t see, she rolled her eyes and her tone turned even more sarcastic as she continued,


    "You think I''m worthless to Ayan too, but what about you? Aren''t you supposed to be a longtime friend


    of Camille''s? Yet, Camille doesn''t seem inclined to help you in any way, so who between us is truly


    useless?"


    Eileen knew about Preston''s feelings for Camille and how Camille had been cold towards him. Preston


    had even tried calling Camille in her presence, but Camille''s attitude had been extremely indifferent,


    almost dismissive.


    Now, she used Camille''s attitude to confront Preston. It was as if she had pped him across the face.


    Following her remark, Preston seemed to be pped hard, and he asked coldly, "What do you mean by


    that? Are you nning to leave me and go to Ayan?"


    "I didn''t say that. You were the one who said I''m useless," Eileen replied calmly.


    Preston continued, "I hope you cane up with a solution. Ayan is getting too arrogant now, which


    vites our agreement. It will harm our future prospects. Do you want us to be powerless against


    Ayan?"


    "I didn''t think that way; these are all your assumptions," Eileen replied, feeling genuinely exhausted.


    Especially now, when she had nothing left. Before Preston came into the picture, her career had been


    thriving, progressing exceptionally well. But since Preston''s arrival, everything seemed to be on a


    downward spiral. It was bing increasingly challenging for her to avoid deep contemtion about


    her situation.


    Facing Preston, she couldn''t directly reveal her thoughts. She simply said, "Your point is understood,


    but I hope you can understand my situation. I want to convince Ayan as soon as possible, but the


    decision is in his hands. What can I do?"


    Preston fell silent briefly and then spoke calmly, "Methods can be rigid, but people are not." Then


    Preston''s proposal made Eileen''s face stiffen with concern. She asked, "Is this feasible?"


    "What''s not feasible about it? At this point, it''s the best course of action. Only by doing this can Ayan


    agree to your request, and only by doing this can we further our goals."


    "But will hee?" Eileen inquired.


    "He doesn''t have toe, but you can go to him," Preston suggested.


    Eileen fell silent, her expression turning cold and distant, her eyes reflecting a tense determination.


    She pressed her lips tightly, refraining from speaking, effectively epting Preston''s proposal.


    Taking a silent deep breath, Preston''s voice filled the air again. He said, "I''ll have someone deliver it to


    you discreetly. This way, it won''t raise any suspicions. By the time Ayan bes suspicious after the


    incident, it''ll be toote."


    "Alright."


    Preston acted swiftly, and that very afternoon, someone delivered the package to Eileen.


    Holding the small bundle in her hands, Eileen''s face wore a grave expression. She could feel her


    hands trembling uncontrobly, but at this point, it seemed she had no other option.


    As long as Ayan agreed to her conditions, her career would rise once more. When that happened, she


    wouldn''t have to carry out any of Preston''s assignments. The control would be back in her hands.


    As she thought about the possibilities, she clenched her fists tightly. Her determination grew stronger. It


    felt as though she had summoned all her strength, and she quickly picked up her phone to call Ayan.


    However, there was no answer.


    Eileen didn''t give up and immediately called Kian. Unfortunately, Kian''s response was, "I''m sorry, Miss


    Khan, but Mr. Simpson is currently busy and unavable to answer your call. I will pass on your


    message when he''s avable."


    Eileen hurriedly asked, "Can I go to Simpson Group and wait?"