Female Novel
Chapter 988: Implication
Chapter 988: Implication
This was something he had just promised Camille, and he intended to keep his word.
Ayan's attitude was firm, but would such determination have other consequences given the current
situation?
Kian was somewhat hesitant. "Mr. Simpson, if we don't allow her to hire a lawyer, I'm concerned that ifnovelbin
things escalate, Austin will use this as an opportunity to cooperate with Preston."
"They're just a few struggling people. Even if they want to cooperate, what can they do? They don't
have any leverage over me now. If they have reasons and motives to collaborate, it's their fate," Ayan
replied without a hint of emotion.
He had many people and matters to guard against, and even Old Simpson was returning to Hance. So,
he didn't have the luxury of time to worry about whether Austin would partner with Preston again.
It would be better to spend the extra time with Timmy and Camille, nurture their relationship, and get
back together with Camille as soon as possible.
Kian, of course, couldn't fathom Ayan's thoughts and was worried that this decision might lead to
unexpected consequences. However, Ayan's determination was unwavering, so Kian had no choice but
to hand over the documents for Ayan to sign.
After briefing Ayan on the work, Kian was about to leave when Ayan suddenly stopped him and asked,
"Are you together with Yessica now?"
Ayan's inquiry was casual and without much emotion. Kian was taken aback for a moment, then
instinctively looked at Ayan's face. Unable to discern any change, he felt uneasy, and a hint of anxiety
flashed in his eyes as he replied in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, I..."
He hesitated as if he wanted to explain but couldn't find the right words, so he hesitated and couldn't
make much sense.
Ayan unconsciously furrowed his brow and said lightly, "What are you so nervous about?"
"Mr. Simpson, I'm not nervous. I just don't know how to say it." Kian replied in a low voice.
Ayan continued, "If you two are together, then that's fine. Are you afraid that I'll spread the news? Or do
you have some concerns? Do you not intend to publicly acknowledge your relationship with Yessica?"
Ayan's consecutive questions left Kian struggling to explain himself. He hurriedly clarified, "Mr.
Simpson, that's not what I meant. I never thought of it that way. Of course, I hope you and Mrs.
Simpson know. I'm just afraid you might think it's not a big deal and a waste of your time."
After all, he had been with Ayan for a long time, and he knew Ayan well. These were trivial matters to
him and hardly worth mentioning.
Ayan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a trace of wry amusement. "So, in your mind, am I such an
unfeeling person?"
Kian froze, unable to provide a clear answer.
He quickly explained, "Of course not. I never thought of it that way."
Seeing Kian's nervousness, Ayan found it amusing. He said lightly, "No other meaning. There's no
need to be nervous. I just wanted to remind you that since you're together with Yessica, treat her well.
Don't take her for granted just because you're together."
"All right, Mr. Simpson. You can rest assured. I know how to handle it, and I genuinely like Yessica,
which is why we're together. If I didn't have feelings or any connection with her, I wouldn't waste her
time."
"That's good."
"Yeah," Kian nodded and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking softly, "Mr. Simpson, the reason
I could be with Yessica was all thanks to you and Mrs. Simpson's matchmaking, so I don't know if it's
convenient for you and Mrs. Simpson, but I'd like to invite you both to have dinner."
Kian summoned up considerable courage to utter these words. After all, he was just an employee, and
inviting his boss to dinner was probably an unprecedented event. After all, Ayan had a busy schedule
and earned more in a minute than he did in a lifetime. Having dinner with him might seem like a
significant waste of time.
But even so, Kian wanted to give it his all. Dreams had to be pursued; who knew, it might just come
true?
After Kian's request, Ayan fell into a brief silence, as if genuinely considering it. Then, the next moment,
he spoke, "Arrange a time with Mrs. Simpson, have her set a date, and then let me know."
Was this an agreement?
Kian was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Of course, I'll contact Mrs. Simpson right away."
He was afraid that Ayan would change his mind in an instant.
Kian immediately contacted Camille, citing gratitude as the reason. Camille naturally didn't refuse, and
they scheduled it for tomorrow night.
Kian promptly booked the best restaurant for the occasion, Silver Glade Manor, and even reserved a
private room. This time, unlike his usual business outings, there would only be the four of them, and he
would be footing the bill. Therefore, he had to choose the most suitable invitation.
However, the dinner was still a day away, so he planned to discuss it with Yessica after work that
evening.
Thanks to Ayan's insistence, Cora's intentions naturally did not bear fruit.
Cora had been detained by the police for several days, and during this time, she had no contact with
Preston. Preston, however, couldn't simply ignore everything that had been happening, especially
when he saw what was developing online. To be honest, he found it quite satisfying.
After all, anyone who opposed Simpson Group was considered a friend in his book.
So, he decided to put Cora's situation on hold for the time being and took the initiative to contact Mr.
Mikkola, whom he hadn't met in person yet.
After connecting the call, he introduced himself to Mr. Mikkola, who responded with extreme coldness
and no trace of friendliness. But Preston didn't mind and remained even more enthusiastic, saying, "Mr.
Mikkola, although it hasn't been clear whose idea it is about online leakage, I know it must have been
yours. Otherwise, no one has such sophisticated means. Ayan has been doing as he pleases for too
long, and now everyone follows his orders and arrangements. It's as if he's treating us as his
employees, which is unfair to us."
Mr. Mikkola had indeed seen what Preston had done. Although these were matters involving women,
for Mr. Mikkola, a man who couldn't even handle women's affairs well, it was unlikely he could
accomplish anything significant.
So, his attitude towards Preston wasn't particularly favorable, and he even carried a hint of disdain in
his tone as he said, "Mr. Walker, what do you mean by these words? If you continue, I'm afraid I'll have
to accuse you of slander. After all, Simpson Group is currently investigating who is behind these
matters. If someone hears what Mr. Walker just said, it will be hard for me to explain."
Preston couldn't help but let out a silent scoff at Mr. Mikkola's response. While he felt a strong sense of
disdain deep within, he maintained a facade of cordiality and replied, "I understand what Mr. Mikkola
means. Given our current situation, with just the two of us involved, there's no need for Mr. Mikkola to
be overly cautious."
Mr. Mikkola continued to avoid a direct response to these statements, offering only a vague reply, "Mr.
Walker, you may not know it, but when I saw those things online, I genuinely felt afraid. I don't want to
become a tool for someone else's manipulation."
Preston maintained his smile and remarked, "Mr. Mikkola, if I'm not mistaken, your ambitions must go
beyond obtaining control of the Modest Temple Hotel's publicity, right?"
Mr. Mikkola remained silent, prompting Preston to press further. "I truly admire your aspirations, Mr.
Mikkola. However, achieving such grand objectives may be challenging for a single person. Why not
consider partnering with me?"
Faced with Preston's invitation and insinuation, Mr. Mikkola did not give a direct answer. Instead, he
smiled faintly and said, "I don't understand what Mr. Walker is saying."
"That's alright. Contact me when Mr. Mikkola understands. I called to let Mr. Mikkola know what's on my
mind," Preston replied without further explanation and ended the call.
As for whether Mr. Mikkola would consider his words, who could say for sure?