Chapter 1086

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Chapter 1086

Chapter 1086

Maja certainly didn’t believe it.

But she lacked the energy to argue, and she simply watched as Patric continued to drown his sorrows in glass after

glass of bourbon.

She had a strange feeling that Holden’s death had also affected him.

But could that be possible? After all, he was the one responsible for Holden’s death.

Maja only felt a sting in her eyes. Everything that had happened still felt surreal, like she had been pulled into a

massive riddle.

Regardless, Holden had always been good to her

He was such a formidable figure, yet in his final moments, he was so worn and Trail, as if he had suffered immense

torment.

It was as if he was haunted by a demon, a demon he could not shake off until his death

lan sat alone in Rosewood Mansion, a black and white photo of Holden laid out in front of him.

Rosewood Mansion was a pre–marital gift from Holden to Maja, the people within were also nurtured by Holden.

Now that the news of Holden’s death had spread, a blanket of grief shrouded the entire mansion.

Add to that Maja’s disappearance, the mansion felt eerily devoid of life.

Only Coco, the dog, would occasionally bark at the front door as if waiting for its owner to return.

lan leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His phone wouldn’t stop ringing. On this day of Holden’s memorial, there were many who wished to get in touch

with him, but he didn’t answer a single

call

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Not until his phone ran out of battery

He calmly went upstairs, took a shower, and slipped into the bed that still held Majas scent.

The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that he could occasionally hear the chirping of birds outside.

Jan grabbed a pillow, clutching it tightly

He hadn’t slept in two days, and now he reluctantly drifted off.

But he dreamed of the time when he was oblivious to the fact that Maja was his wife, dreamed of when he

expressed his desire for divorce to Holden, only to be subjected to the family’s punishment.

Back then, he felt that being entangled by a woman was the worst thing in the world, and he used to despise

Holden’s judgment

But how happy he was during those times.

Holden was still alive, and Maja was still his wife

The scene in his dream shifted. Holden was now lying on a hospital bed, expressing regret for pairing him with

Maja.

But the marriage was his own arrangement. Why did he regret it?

Maja was so good

The dream continued, with lan repeatedly asking why he had to separate from Maja.

With his cloudy eyes, Holden stared at him as if looking at someone else.

Ultimately, lan never got the answer he was looking for in his dream.

When he woke up, his phone, which he had set aside, was fully charged. Ignoring the messages that had been sent

to him, he immediately dialed the mortuary

Mr. Raymond, you can come to pick up the ashes tomorrow.”

After collecting the ashes, he would have to make burial arrangements.

lan felt a tightness in his throat, but he still responded, “Okay.”

After hanging up, he dialed another number

Any leads on her whereabouts?”

“Sir, we have eliminated over two hundred potential stowaways Currently, about forty are under police custody, but

we haven’t obtained any useful information And

“What is it?”

“The higher–ups seem to be against our investigation into these stowaways after they got wind of it”

This was similar to the warning Fitch received previously, and it seemed that these stowaways were involved in

some classified affairs.

lan immediately thought of Eric

After hanging up, he pondered for a few seconds before calling Fitch

“Fitch, do you remember the poem you found on my brother’s draft paper?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, lan laughed mockingly

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Fitch didn’t understand what he meant, not until lan continued.

“Perhaps it’s simply because the name of the woman he loved is in the poem.”

Fitchs pupils contracted sharply, suddenly standing up.

“Do you mean?”

“Maja.”

As he uttered the name, his pupils darkened, and his hand, hanging by his side, slowly clenched into a fist