Chapter 1196: Arrogance


    Chapter 1196: Arrogance


    At the moment, Preston still had great confidence. He simply thought that Eileen was deliberately


    ying games with Ayan or getting too caught up in theirplicated rtionship. However, he


    believed that Eileen could distinguish right from wrong. After all, if she didn''t cooperate, she wouldn''t


    have a good oue either. If Ayan wanted to deal with him, he would undoubtedly involve Eileen.


    But despite thinking this way, he couldn''t help but feel some uneasiness and anxiety. He spent the


    entire night without closing his eyes, constantly waiting for a response from Eileen on his phone.


    As the minutes and seconds passed, it was already the next day in an instant.


    Seeing that the sky outside was already bright, Preston picked up his phone, but there was no


    movement or change. He squinted his eyes, his face growing colder and more serious.


    He tightly held his phone without saying a word, and his expression became increasingly unpleasant. In


    the end, he couldn''t even tell if it was due to worry or anger.


    Preston didn''t idle around. After getting up and going through his usual morning routine, he headed to


    thepany. Since both projects had nothing to do with him, he was quite free at Armstrong Corp.


    Fortunately, no one paid him any attention and treated him as if he were invisible.


    Oh, today was a good day.


    It was payday at Armstrong Corp.


    So the employees arrived early, energized as if they were injected with chicken blood. After all, it was a


    once-a-month good day, and naturally, they wanted to show their efforts in front of Horace.


    Thepany''s finance department had also arrived early. Ever since Horace took over, Armstrong


    Corp had undergone some changes. Previously, under Brody''s management, sries were distributed


    separately, with priority given to the higher-ups, while the lowest level had to wait for about a week.


    This caused dissatisfaction among many employees.


    Now, Horace had changed it to the same time. The finance department distributed the pay slips, and


    the sries would be deposited into everyone''s ounts in the afternoon of the same day.


    Around nine in the morning, everyone was already queuing up at the finance department to collect their


    pay slips. Quintus was no exception. He not only collected his own but also collected Preston''s.


    Although Preston was the project director appointed by Brody, his sry was still issued by the


    headquarters. After all, Brody wouldn''t secretly provide money, as he wouldn''t engage in unprofitable


    business.


    But when it was Preston''s turn, Quintus was denied. The finance department said, "You were brought


    in by Mr. Walker, so he should be the one to pay you. Your position has nothing to do with Armstrong


    Corp, and you didn''t go through the HR department or our finance department. Therefore, you won''t


    receive a sry from us."


    Quintus could hardly believe it. He had worked tirelessly for a month, assisting Preston in every way,


    but he received nopensation. He argued continuously, stating that although he was brought in by


    Preston, he was working for Armstrong Corp, and thus, Armstrong Corp should pay him his sry.


    But the finance department countered with a question, "May I ask what work you have done for


    Armstrong Corp? If you have finished with your inquiries, please leave and don''t disturb the people


    waiting in line behind you."


    People behind Quintus started discussing him since they had never heard of such a person in the


    could only take Preston''s pay slip and leave. He returned to Preston''s office, where Preston sat at his


    desk, waiting for Eileen''s call and message. However, there had been no movement or news so far,


    leaving his mood indescribable.


    Quintus entered the office and ced the pay slip on the desk. After hesitating for a moment, he finally


    spoke, "Mr. Walker, the finance department didn''t provide me with my pay slip. They said that since you


    brought me in, it''s your responsibility to pay me. I didn''t go through the HR department, so they won''t


    give me a sry."


    Quintus looked at Preston cautiously, noticing that his expression hadn''t changed much, and there was


    no indication of him responding to Quintus'' words. This displeased Quintus a bit, and he said, "Mr.


    Walker, what should I do now?"


    Preston raised his gaze and looked at Quintus, his face particrly grim, and his tone was extremely


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    cold as he said, "If they won''t give it to you, what can I do? Do you expect me to go and ask for it on


    your behalf? I''m busy right now. Deal with it yourself and don''t bother me, okay?"


    "But Mr. Walker, I came here with you. Now Armstrong Corp refuses to acknowledge my contributions


    to Armstrong Corp, which means they are not acknowledging you as well!" Quintus made a final


    attempt to argue, but deep down, he was already displeased with Preston''s response. He had been


    assisting Preston, not only keeping an eye on Horace but also dealing with Ayan''s matters and various


    trivial personal tasks for Preston. He had practically dedicated all his personal time to it. Sometimes,


    even the expenses for the car''s fuel came out of his own pocket. But now, Preston was being so cold


    and heartless, which made Quintus, no matter how loyal he was, feel disappointed.


    Preston looked at Quintus with a cold and displeased gaze and said, "Can''t you just bear with it? Can''t


    you wait until I finish dealing with my affairs? Do you really need that sry so badly?"


    "Mr. Walker, I do need it. I have a life too!"


    "Enough, stop talking about it. I''ll transfer it to youter."


    "Okay, thank you, Mr. Walker."


    "Now, leave."


    Preston waved his hand, clearly dismissing Quintus in a perfunctory manner. As soon as Quintus left


    the office, Preston''s phone received a message.


    It was from Eileen.


    She said, "It''s done. You can proceed now."


    Reading those few words, a faint smile appeared on Preston''s face. It was the satisfaction of achieving


    his goal. But in the next moment, he suddenly froze and dialed Eileen''s number.


    The call connected, but it was immediately hung up.


    Following that, a message from Eileen arrived: "What are you doing? I can''t talk right now. Do you want


    to get me killed? You know he''s here, don''t you?"


    Apanying the message was a photo of a man sitting on the edge of a bed. From the back, it was


    clear that it was Ayan.


    After confirming it multiple times, Preston decided not to disturb Eileen any further. However, he


    needed to verify one thing, so he dialed a number he had prepared in advance.


    Once the call was answered, he calmly asked, "Has Mr. Simpson arrived at thepany? I can''t reach


    him. We had an appointment to discuss our coboration today."


    "Hello, may I ask your name? Mr. Simpson hasn''te to thepany yet. I can ry your message


    when he arrives."


    The person on the other end was Ayan''s secretary, and getting through to the secretary''s office wasn''t


    difficult, so Preston easily obtained the number.


    Preston didn''t respond to the question and simply said, "Has Kian arrived as well?"


    "No."


    "Alright, I understand. I''lle over in the afternoon."


    "Okay."


    Preston ended the call, and a smile appeared on his face. It was overflowing with satisfaction. He


    immediately saved the background image of Ayan that Eileen had just sent and logged into the gossip


    reporter''s ount. He posted the image.