My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Deadlock

Ayan squinted his eyes, gazing out of the window with indifference. His voice remained dispassionate as he said, "Let's see how he handles it. If he doesn't adjust his attitude, Simpson Group will withdraw from this project completely, and we won't need to cooperate with him again."

Kian nodded lightly, "Do you think Mr. Bell will really take your warning to heart? Won't he worry that after he offends Mr. Mikkola, you might also ignore him?"

His face remained cold, and his voice was as cool as water, "That depends on whether he has any basic trust in me."

If Mr. Bell couldn't understand, then he would continue to be threatened by Mr. Mikkola, after all, the choice was in his hands.

It was getting late, and Ayan pushed the door open and got out of the car. He gave Kian a gentle reminder, "If Mr. Bell contacts you, make sure he shows sincerity."

"Alright," Kian replied softly.

Ayan headed towards the entrance of the building, and Kian revved the engine, making a U-turn to leave Maple Leaves Mansion.

That night, the online world was buzzing with gossip. Those keyboard warriors who loved drama hastily issued apologies and pinned them to the top of their posts.

However, some were still fearful, while others remained unafraid.

Those who refused to apologize were adamant, "I don't believe Simpson Group is innocent. I don't believe that all of this has nothing to do with Simpson Group. They're just trying to confuse us with this stunt. They want us to shut up, and then Simpson Group can get away with everything."

These resolute non-apologists were prepared to confront Simpson Group, but sometimes, confrontation came with costs. If they lacked the means and money, then this kind of confrontation would lead to their own demise.

However, most people immediately apologized and claimed they were just venting, with no evidence in their possession.

These were the typical "talk but won't walk the talk" type of people.

While the online world was in turmoil, the atmosphere in a certain luxury hotel suite was also heated.

Mr. Bell was smoking, his face extremely grim as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. His phone on the coffee table kept ringing incessantly, but he showed no intention of answering.

Mrs. Bell glanced at the notes on the phone screen from the corner of her eye, her expression subtly tense. She spoke in a cold, detached tone, "You should answer the phone first."

Mr. Bell showed no sign of moving or any intention to answer.

Mrs. Bell's voice remained calm, "Not answering the phone won't solve anything. If she's in a hurry or does something you wouldn't want to see, that wouldn't be good, right?"

Mr. Bell hesitated briefly, then extinguished his cigarette and picked up the phone to answer.

On the other end, an anxious female voice spoke, "Why did it take you so long to answer my call? Is the situation on the internet still not resolved? Could it be related to you? I'm worried about you. Will Simpson Group cause trouble for you? You can't afford any problems, or what will happen to me and the baby?"

The woman's voice sounded gentle, but in moments of impatience, even gentle individuals paid no attention to their tone.

Mrs. Bell listened attentively to their conversation, not missing a word. Her expression grew even colder as she waited, anticipating what Mr. Bell would say next.

Mr. Bell placed the phone down after the call and sat in the empty seat opposite Mrs. Bell. Their gazes met, and his expression remained icy. He asked, "Is this Ayan's decision, or is it Camille acting on her own?"

Don't think that just because it's on the internet, you can say and do anything without consequences. The internet also has a memory, and Simpson Group had collected enough evidence to shut up those who had spoken recklessly. Some with weaker nerves might even decide to quit the internet altogether.

This night was indeed eventful. In just a day and a night, it felt like the world had gone through half a century.

Early the next morning, Kian arrived at Maple Leaves Mansion to pick up Ayan, as usual. As they got into the car, Kian drove while saying, "Mr. Simpson, last night at around one in the morning, Mr. Bell called me."

Ayan didn't react strongly, as he had anticipated this. His voice remained warm and calm as he asked, "What did he say?"

Kian replied, "He's willing to cooperate and has decided to make this matter public. However, he hopes to use our Simpson Group's public relations team."

"Alright," Ayan said, looking out of the window. There was no visible emotion in his deep gaze as he continued, "Then tell him that if he's already decided, there's no need for further delay. It's better to resolve this matter sooner rather than later."

Kian nodded and said, "I've already told him. He hopes to do it today."

"Very well, you can arrange it."

"Okay," Kian acknowledged with a nod.

A while later, Ayan arrived at the company. The online situation had been resolved, and he had no intention of responding more. However, a few media outlets with good relations with Simpson Group wanted to interview him regarding what happened yesterday. Ayan instructed Kian to handle the interviews, considering it as a way to boost Simpson Group's publicity.

As Kian handled these matters on Ayan's behalf, he found himself with some free time. He sat at his desk with his phone, lost in thought for a while.