Chapter 1131: Scruples
Chapter 1131: Scruples
The two drove back to Franklin Bay. Camille subconsciously nced at the neighboring vi. Although
it wasn''t veryte, Sienna was probably already upstairs, right?
Camille looked at Ayan beside her and said, "Sienna actually received a call from Mario today. He
wanted me to convince Sienna to join tonight''s dinner party, but Sienna refused. I''m worried that Mario
might reprimand Sienna for this. If you''re going to coborate with Mario, you must have some
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scruples, right?"
"Want me to speak up for Sienna?"
"Can you?"
Camille looked expectantly at Ayan. Ayan didn''t say yes or no; their eyes remained locked.
After a pause of nearly a dozen seconds, Camille said lightly, "If you don''t speak, I''ll take it as a yes."
After Camille finished speaking, without waiting for Ayan''s answer, she had already pushed open the
car door and got out.
Watching her figure, Ayan couldn''t help but smile. There was a clear smile on his lips, and his gaze
followed Camille''s figure until she walked into the vi.
Regarding speaking up for Sienna, even if Camille didn''t mention it, Ayan would still do it for Rex''s
sake.
But it wasn''t the right time now. After all, the coboration hadn''t officially begun, so he wouldn''t make
any interfering moves.
The news of Ayan coborating with Mario was captured by the media that had been keeping an eye
on Ayan and quickly made it to the top of the trending list in business news the next day.
This news naturally caught the attention of the entire businessmunity in Hance City. Some
enterprises had already begun specting on what project the two powerful figures were going to
cooperate on. With both being formidable figures, their coboration was bound to create a significant
wave.
But as the saying goes, one man''s joy is another man''s sorrow.
Preston saw this news as soon as it came out. He was already very dissatisfied with Mario''s rejection,
harboring a deep anger towards Mario. Little did he know that Mario would coborate with Ayan the
next moment.
So, he subconsciously attributed Mario''s actions to Ayan. He felt it was Ayan''s influence that led to
Mario''s decision. After all, Sienna was a member of the King family, and with the rtionship with
Camille, Ayan could undoubtedly persuade Mario to make certain decisions.
With this thought, Preston''s mood sank.
He mmed the office desk heavily, his eyes full of hatred for Ayan. He said coldly, "Ayan, you''re really
like a lingering ghost. You have to interfere in everything I do. Do you just love meddling in other
people''s affairs?"
Preston''s face was filled with icy disdain, and he looked at Quintus indifferently, saying, "Keep an eye
on Ayan. Find out if he has any recent issues. I''ve been too busytely to pay attention to him. He''s
been living toofortably, not even knowing his ownst name. That''s why he acts so recklessly and
arrogantly!"
Preston became more and more emotional as he spoke. He couldn''t tolerate Ayan for even a second.
After hearing this, Quintus quickly nodded but also expressed his doubts, "Mr. Walker, is it possible that
Ayan doesn''t know you''ve met Mario, and this decision is solely Mario''s?"
"Impossible. You don''t understand Ayan. I know what kind of person he is. He can''t stand to see me do
well and is afraid I''ll surpass him. So, he''s on guard against me all the time. He wants to suppress me
every moment. But in this vast world, does he really think he can dominate everything? Huh, wishful
thinking!"
Preston snorted coldly, a strong sense of coldness in his eyes.
He hadpletely lost his rationality. All thoughts in his mind followed his own narrative, and he
couldn''t listen to anyone''s advice. He believed only in his correctness, considering others'' words as
nothing more than attempts to deceive him.
With a stern face, Preston''s expression grew increasingly ugly. He squinted, stayed silent for a brief
moment, and then spoke to Quintus, "Why hasn''t Ayan''s secretary, Kian, been seen these days?"
Quintus was also taken aback and quickly responded, "I''m not entirely sure, but Kian indeed hasn''t
shown up for several days. Perhaps Ayan assigned him to other tasks?"
The coldness in Preston''s eyes intensified. He looked at Quintus indifferently, not entirely willing to
agree with Quintus''s exnation but unable to think of another reason or excuse at the moment.
He said, "Keep an eye on Ayan. Let me know immediately if there''s any leverage."
"Yes, Mr. Walker. You can count on me!"
Preston waved his hand, signaling Quintus to leave. He sat alone in the not-sorge office, with two
small windows that felt entirely different from the floor-to-ceiling windows he used to have. This fueled
more anger in him, and he directed all of it toward Ayan, ming him for everything.
Well, in Preston''s eyes, Ayan was an unscrupulous scapegoat.
Ayan, of course, had no knowledge of Preston''s thoughts and intentions. He didn''t have the luxury of
time to keep an eye on Preston every day like Preston did to others.
His time was precious, and every moment counted.
Not long after finishing a meeting, Kian''s call came in.
Upon receiving Kian''s call, Ayan immediately wore a serious expression. He asked, "Has there been
any progress with the investigation?"
Kian responded in a hushed voice, "Mr. Simpson, I arranged for someone to investigate based on the
information Elijah provided. We have results. A former servant who worked for the Armstrong family
provided information. Mrs. Armstrong hasn''t been at the Armstrong family for nearly a year. No one
knows where she went. When Mrs. Armstrong returned, she brought back a baby, who is Mrs.
Simpson. ording to the servant, Mrs. Armstrong and Mr. Armstrong didn''t take care of Mrs.
Simpson. The old Armstrong arranged for the servant to take care of her. The old Armstrong took full
responsibility for Mrs. Simpson. Later, when Mrs. Simpson grew up, there''s the part about being sent
back to Flento City. After that, no one in the Armstrong family, except the old Armstrong, mentioned
Mrs. Simpson."
Kian spoke cautiously, relying on his instincts to gauge Ayan''s current emotions since he wasn''t in
Ayan''s presence.
After a while of silence from Ayan''s end, Kian, not knowing Ayan''s mood, cautiously asked, "Mr.
Simpson, are you there?"
Only then did Ayan emit a low voice, "Yes."
Kian breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "The information provided by Elijah is mostly urate. I''ve
already given a sum to the elderly person who provided us with the information, asking her not to
casually talk about this matter. If anyone else inquires about it, she should just fabricate a lie to deflect
their questions."
Not entirely trusting, Kian had someone test the old woman. She seemed to have some sentiment
toward the old Armstrong and the Armstrong family, so she kept her mouth shut. As for how Kian
managed to get her to talk, it wasn''t solely about money. More importantly, Kian mentioned that there
were some minor issues with the old Armstrong''s inheritance that needed rification to be resolved.
That''s when the old woman readily opened up.
Kian went through his arrangements in detail with Ayan, who only responded with a simple
acknowledgment and nothing more.
The atmosphere briefly quieted down. Ayan''s mood wasn''t good, his face extremely dark. After a while,
he spoke lightly, "Have you obtained any results on your end?"
In a hushed tone, Kian replied, "The Bill family is keeping a tight lid on information, so currently, there
isn''t much useful intel."
"For now, don''t bother about the Bill family. Come back. Mario is in Hance City, nning to coborate
with us on the Nores Groupnd. Put aside the matter with the Bill family for now. We''ll address it once
this project is stable."