Chatper 1204

Chapter 1204

lan was lounging in a private room at the BlueSky Bar, surrounded by a sea of whiskey bottles.

Fitch was by his side, engrossed in a phone call, the conversation probably related to Eric Raymond.

Eric had told his higher–ups that he had lost the portion of his memory that pertained to his experiments and the

location of the microchip. He needed to interact more with people he once knew of to unlock these lost memories.

Among those he was acquainted with were Fitch, lan, and Maja. Of course, this also included the entire Raymond

family.

Fitch, exasperated, ended his call and turned his attention to lan, who was sitting quietly on his own.

His spirits deflated.

“So you just let him waltz back into the Raymond family like that? Tonight, the Raymond family are throwing him a

welcome party. The whole of Greenfield knows about it. If you don’t show up, rumors about a feud between you two

will spread instantly. I also heard that Grandma Edith is rushing back for the event.”

Fingers twitching slightly, fan lightly swirled his drink.

Fitch sighed, “When we didn’t know that Eric was still alive, I helped you look for him everywhere. But now that he’s

back, something feels off. He’s clearly signaling his intention to reclaim his position as CEO of the Raymond

Corporation and oust you from the family. Eric has changed. He may seem as gentle as before, but he’s become

more aggressive, especially towards you.”

After finishing, Fitch took a swig of his drink and added curiously, “lan, I remember your relationship with Eric wasn’t

always this strained, right? One time, Eric wanted to get a dog but didn’t know about your allergy. Your mom knew

but didn’t care. Because of your allergy, Eric gave the dog away. And when you used to get into fights and cry, he

would always comfort you. We often got into fights with others. You were the toughest and got hit the most. He

couldn’t bear to see you getting hurt and would step in to help.”

Fitch had seen Eric the day before and felt that his demeanor was off.

lan put down his glass and leaned back on the couch.

He was a little drunk and started reaching out into the air

“Maja,” he slurred.

Fitch checked his phone for group messages. Everyone was discussing the welcome party the Raymond family were

throwing that night, and Grandma Edith’s anticipated appearance.

People were hinting around, curious to know if lan would attend.

Fitch felt a wave of annoyance and was about to take away his phone. Suddenly remembering something, he called

Maja:

“lan’s drunk, and he keeps calling your name.”

Ever since lan left this morning, they hadn’t contacted.

Maja had been feeling uneasy, and after hearing it, she immediately drove over

In her haste, she tripped and lost one of her shoes in a gap on the floor before entering the room.

She noticed a figure standing beside her and looked up to see Fitch.

Fitch gestured with his chin and asked, “Did you notice the statue at the entrance of the BlueSky Bar?”

Maja nodded, unsure why he was asking.

The statue was quite noticeable, rumored to have cost hundreds of thousands.

Fitch held a cigarette between his fingers, his posture slightly arrogant, “Last time he got drunk. He mistook the

statue for you and insisted on taking it home.”

Maja was speechless, unable to picture lan doing such a thing.

“Maja, I’ve known him for many years. To others, he’s a closed book, disdaining to say more than necessary. With

you, he’s stubbornly unyielding, refusing to admit his feelings. The harsher he is to you, the more he hopes you’d

stand by his side. If you coax him a bit, even if it’s not sincere, he’d believe you. All he wants is your attitude.”

Fitch flicked his cigarette into a nearby trashcan, not wanting to say any more, and left the place.

Maja glanced at her lost shoe but decided to ignore it. She took off her other shoe and entered the room.

She saw lan sitting quietly in the dim light.

“lan?” she called.

Jan immediately straightened up, his gaze first landing on her face before slowly moving down to her bare feet.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

His voice was pleasant, his words clear. Maja initially thought he wasn’t drunk until he took off his own jacket and

laid it at her feet.

He squatted down in front of her, looking up at her, his eyes glistening.

“Put this on.

His jacket was made of high–quality fabric and felt smooth under her feet. But Maja was speechless at his

suggestion. lan, you’re drunk. Let me get you home.

Jan returned to his seat on the couch and turned away in a huff.

“Weren’t you ignoring me? He’s back now. You must be thrilled. After waiting all these years, congratulations to you

two on finally getting together. How fortunate I am to witness this.”

Maja put on a wry smile, not knowing what to make of his drunken