My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 798: Threat

Chapter 798: Threat

Sean quickly shook his head, "Of course not. We're definitely on the same side. I would never do anything to betray you."

He was on the verge of a swearing gesture.

In response to his assurance, Preston smiled lightly, a deep smile evident in his eyes. He said, "No need to be so nervous. I was just joking. I know you will never betray me. But I still want to remind you that Ayan is a cunning and scheming person. He's very calculating. I'm afraid you might unintentionally fall into his trap, so be careful.”

Sean nodded, "Don't worry, I understand.”

"Good, that's settled then.” Preston didn't say anything more. He pushed open the car door and got out. He said, "I'm not going back tonight. You can stay at my place.”

“It's okay, I can go back to my apartment.”

"You'll stay at my place.” It was no longer a question or a polite request; there was a hint of command in his tone. He said, "I might need you to handle something tonight, and it would be more convenient if you stay with me, understood?"

Sean nodded and didn't refuse.

After all, it was work-related, and he didn't think too much about other things.

He watched Preston go upstairs before driving back to Preston's place. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was a sense of uncertainty, neither here nor there. Sean had trouble sleeping and stayed awake until late at night.

Then, in the early hours of the morning, the doorbell rang outside his door. Since he couldn't sleep, he immediately heard it.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out, looking through the peephole in the door. Outside stood a few men. What were they doing here at this hour?

Because no one answered, the doorbell turned into knocking.

Sean didn't dare to open the door and even held his breath. As no one responded, the men didn't wait long before leaving.

Shortly after the men left, Sean's phone rang.

He held his breath and answered the call, "Hello?"

"Sean, Preston has betrayed you. Are you still going to hide what you did for him?" It was Kian calling.

Kian's words left Sean in silence, and his mind seemed to pause for a moment.

He couldn't believe it and said, “That's impossible."

"The police received a video evidence of you contacting Louise and threatening her. The evidence is solid. Do you still think it's impossible?"

Sean couldn't hear what Kian was saying anymore. He hung up the phone immediately and called Preston.

Preston didn't answer the first time.

He finally picked up on the second call.

When the call connected, Sean immediately questioned, "Mr. Walker, did you frame everything on me?"

"What are you talking about? I can't understand what you're saying!" Preston showed no displeasure. His tone was gentle, and there was even a hint of a shallow smile in his response.

He denied it. Sean's expression turned extremely grim, but he didn't stop there. He said, "Stop pretending. I know it's you. You made me come back and stay with you, and you provided the video to the police, didn't you? Why would you do this?"

Preston chuckled and asked, "Ayan told you, didn't he? He's quite good to you. What did you offer him in exchange for such generosity? Sean, have you ever betrayed me? Hm?"

He showed no signs of anger, asking as if it were just an ordinary question.

But Sean knew him well enough. He knew that despite his calm appearance, he had long been furious inside.

However, he always liked to hide his emotions, hardly ever revealing them easily. That's why he always gave people the impression of being gentle and refined. But deep down, he could cause others timid and feel chills down one's spine.

Sean's face turned pale, and in the face of such questioning, he tried to maintain a facade of composure because Preston wasn't in front of him to see his expression. He had to control his inner emotions and silently tell himself not to panic.

He took a deep breath and replied in a hoarse voice, "No, if you suspect that I betrayed you and that's why you're treating me like this, Mr. Walker, then I can only tell you that you're wrong. I haven't betrayed you. If I had, would Ayan still do nothing?"

Preston didn't respond to his words; he only smirked and spoke in an indifferent tone, "I don't trust anyone; I only trust my own eyes and instincts. Sean, I haven't gone too far considering your father. If you're truly loyal to me, then this situation is an opportunity for you to prove your loyalty. The police will soon locate your whereabouts. You have about half an hour to leave Hance City. I've given you the chance; whether you can seize it is up to you."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Sean's response, he abruptly ended the call.

Staring at his disconnected phone, Sean's emotions reached their breaking point. He clenched the phone tightly, gritting his teeth and muttered, "Preston... you bastard!"

He knew Preston wasn't joking. The person who had knocked on the door earlier was probably the police, but they must have realized he wasn't inside, so they left.

But if they were certain he was here, they would undoubtedly break in directly.

Quickly putting on his shoes, he didn't even bother with socks and hastily left the apartment.

He didn't dare to take the elevator, opting to use the emergency staircase instead. He practically ran down, nearly exhausting himself. Once he got into his car, he received a message from Preston: "You better watch what you say, and don't you dare cooperate with Ayan to go against me just to save yourself. Your father is still in jail, and even though he's my uncle, I won't hesitate due to family ties. Don't believe me? You can ask your father. He understands me better than you do. No one can stop me."

Preston's warning and threat in his words were evident, each one landing on Sean's face like a slap, neither light nor heavy.

Sean pounded the steering wheel as if going mad, causing the horn to emit a loud sound that echoed in the parking garage, lingering for a long time.

He turned off his phone, driving aimlessly on the road. He didn't dare to return to his apartment, wandering like a lost soul.

Ayan naturally learned about Sean's situation.

Kian tried to contact Sean, but his phone was already turned off. Kian asked with uncertainty, "Mr. Simpson, do you think Preston has killed Sean?"

Ayan lightly tapped his knee with his fingertip, leaning back on the chair on the balcony. His deep eyes gazed at the starry night sky, and he calmly said, "Preston needs a scapegoat. After finally finding the perfect one, do you think he would be foolish enough to shoot himself in the foot?"

Kian nodded slightly, "Should we look for Sean then?"

“The police are already searching for him. Going after him again would be a waste of manpower. If he truly has no way out, he will naturally come to us. Preston thinks he can escape by pushing everything onto Sean. I won't let him have his way. Once Sean shows up, you should personally talk to Logan and make everything public. Even if he has enough reasons to defend himself, it doesn't mean he can walk away unscathed."

With Louise's situation having developed to this point after so many days, as long as this dirty water wasn't splashed on the people he cared about, Ayan didn't care. As for who would be responsible in the end, he didn't care in the slightest.

But what puzzled him was Preston's motive for doing this.