Female Novel
Chapter 797: Selection
Chapter 797: Selection
Amber's face tightened as she bit her lip.
"I know. I went back to the apartment with her, and I saw a man get out of a black car. They seemed
cautious, so they entered the apartment separately. The man didn't drive in, so I waited outside. He left
around dawn," she said.
"Who was he?" Kian asked.
"Preston," Amber replied.
Kian's eyes flickered, and his hand, which had been in his pocket all along, tightly gripped the recording
function he had activated earlier. Unfazed, he continued, "Are you sure it was him?"
"I'm certain because I've seen him before. He's one of the people in charge of this project, so I
recognize him. Moreover, I'm sure because I was curious about Louise's reaction when she answered
the phone. I thought she was looking for some connections, so she always dated someone older.
That's why I followed her. I wanted to make her leave the company through that means," Amber
explained.
Amber hadn't expected to see Preston there. She was completely stunned.
So she waited at the apartment entrance for Preston to come out, and once he did, he immediately
drove away.
Amber detailed everything she saw to Kian, saying, "Kian, every word I've said is true. At this point,
there's no need for me to hide anything. I never intended to harm Louise. I only wanted to secure my
position in the company. As for why Mr. Baxter did what he did, I'm not sure. However, Louise's suicide
should have something to do with him, right?"
Kian nodded without responding, simply saying, "I've heard everything you said. Have a rest now. You
can stay here and don't need to go out for the next few days. There will be someone to deliver food to
you, and if you need anything, you can contact the staff."
After making sure Amber was taken care of, Kian left the room, closing the door behind him.
Kian didn't stay at the villa for long and left directly. Once he was in the car, he called Ayan.
He informed Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, Amber said that the person who went back to Louise's apartment
with her that night was Preston."
Ayan didn't seem surprised; he simply responded with a faint "Hmm" and asked Kian to discuss it
further at the office.
Simpson Group's office.
Kian played the recorded conversation he had with Amber for Ayan. He suggested, "Should we hand
over this recording to the police for investigation?"
Ayan furrowed his brow slightly and said, "Handing it over directly to the police won't be very effective.
Let Jenson go meet Amber. As for the people who rear-ended Amber's car, we're not sure. In any case,
let's not get involved in this matter. Let everything proceed according to the police's procedures."
Kian nodded and immediately contacted Jenson.
In the afternoon, Amber went to the police station with Jenson accompanying her.
She also reported the car accident that occurred today because the car was severely damaged. The
police found Amber's and the driver's fingerprints in the car, so every word she said was considered
credible.
Following Jenson's guidance, Amber recounted everything she had witnessed to the police during their
questioning.
Her genuine fear and unease reflected her true emotions, as judged by the police. In fact, she was
genuinely terrified because she was worried about the consequences for her parents after reporting the
incident. The warnings and threats made her afraid, but she had no other choice. Since she had
already chosen a side, she had to cooperate.
Amber's testimony immediately provided the police with leads for investigation. Additionally, Logan
presented the video Kian had given him on Ayan's instruction, and based on Amber's provided timeline,
it matched the time in the video.
There were a difference between the person and license plate in the video compared to what Amber
said. This was something the police need to investigate and clarify.
The police conducted the investigation at a remarkably fast pace, as if someone was secretly guiding
them. They reviewed surveillance videos from several road segments based on all the calculations.
Due to the large number of videos, they had to be carefully filtered.
It was already evening, but the city's hustle and bustle showed no signs of stopping.
A man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of a high-rise, overlooking everything in front of him. Sean
watched him cautiously and said, "Mr. Walker, the police have started investigating your whereabouts
from a few days ago. They also asked the museum to retrieve footage of your interaction with Louise at
the museum and inquired about your relationship with her during this project. What do you think the
police are looking for?"
Preston narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness gleaming in his gaze. However, when he turned
to look at Sean, all that coldness vanished, leaving behind an indifferent smile. He asked, "What do you
think they're looking for?"
Sean looked at him puzzled, his expression filled with confusion. "Is it related to Louise?"
Preston didn't answer the question directly, only turned to look at Sean. However, his gaze didn't linger
on him for more than a couple of seconds.
With an indifferent expression and emotionless eyes, Preston said, "That's a matter for the police, not
something you should worry about."
Preston's response didn't provide any substantial information, leaving Sean wondering if he was
involved or not.
But one thing he could be sure of was that Preston seemed to trust him less now.
Sean bit his lip and remained silent.
Preston spoke again, "Go and drive. I need to go out for a while."
"Now?" Sean asked.
"What's the matter? Is it inconvenient for you?" Preston asked in a gentle voice, though the weight of
his words was apparent in his eyes.
Sean immediately nodded, "No, I didn't mean that. I'll go drive right now."
Preston gave him a deep look, then withdrew his gaze, showing no emotions.
Once Sean left, Preston put on his coat, picked up his phone, and made a call. He said in a calm tone,
"The police have started investigating. If they find evidence against you or me, it'll be difficult for us to
start over in Hance City."
"What do you mean?"novelbin
"Naturally, we need to find a scapegoat for this matter."
"What do you plan to do?"
"There will be a way out, but you better be careful and avoid any contact from now on." He hung up the
phone directly, but the other person misunderstood his intentions.
The other person thought Preston wanted to use him as a scapegoat, so naturally, they wouldn't sit idly
by.
Thus, a daring idea arose. When people are emotionally charged, it's not surprising for them to make
impulsive decisions because they're solely focused on achieving their own goals, without considering
anything else.
Preston came out of his residence and got into the car. Sean asked while driving, "Mr. Walker, where
are we going?"
"Take me to Zoie's apartment."
Sean nodded and drove toward Zoie's apartment.
Upon arrival, Preston didn't immediately get out of the car. Instead, he casually asked, "Have you been
to prison?"
Sean visited the prison several days ago, and Preston was only asking it now. He didn't show any
displeasure, but his facial expression slightly stiffened.
He nodded and replied, "Yes, I've been there."
"How is he doing?"
"Not too well, he's lost a lot of weight."
"What are your thoughts?" Preston asked with a detached tone.
Sean answered honestly, "Of course, I want him to get out. After all, he's getting older and it's definitely
tough for him inside."
"Yes, getting older means it's naturally harder for him compared to younger people. Sean, as long as
you cooperate with me, I'll find a way to get him out as soon as possible. However, I'm currently being
pressured by Ayan, and I hope you won't betray me. You need to understand who you're sailing with,
right?"
Sean was momentarily stunned, feeling that Preston's words carried a hidden implication. But looking
at him through the rearview mirror, he couldn't detect any unusual expressions.
He remained silent, and Preston smiled teasingly, "What's the matter? Aren't we sailing together? Or
are you feeling guilty about something you've done to betray me?"
He asked as if joking around.