Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1310

Bernard stood before him, the weight of silence hanging between them. It was a long while before he finally asked, "What if one day, Eric starts acting out of character, showing signs that something's seriously off? What then?"

Without hesitation, Ian replied, "I'd take him down."

"Even if it meant the real Eric might never come back? From what I remember, Eric used to be quite fond of you."

Ian remained silent, prompting Bernard to squat down slowly, umbrella in hand.

"Eric's become unpredictable, refusing to give up the chip, and his temper has turned sour. Brotherly love won't bring him back. Hell, he's even got it out for you now. He has no attachment to the Raymonds, let alone any patriotic feelings. Ian, it's time to head back. A promise won't be enough for my support."

Ian, kneeling, looked up with a gaze sharp and resolute.

"Grandpa Bernard, do you recall when I was fourteen? You sent me off to North America, saying no one had ever made it out of those underground fight clubs alive, let alone climbed to the top of the heap. You thought I'd die there. But I survived. I fought men built like mountains and beasts that could tear a man apart. And I made it. I took the biggest risks and came out on top. You said I could work miracles. For all the intel I've brought you from those pits over the years, I'm asking you, give me another chance like when I was fourteen."

Bernard didn't reply. The relentless rain pounded on the umbrella, the sound echoing amidst the misty surroundings, as if the world had been turned into a swirling landscape painting.

Fog rose from the ground, visibility dropping all around them.

With a sigh, Bernard patted Ian's shoulder.

"I have a way you could take Eric, but it's risky. Are you willing to take that chance?"

"Absolutely."

Ian's eyes were razor-sharp.

Bernard clenched his hand into a fist, tapping it against Ian's shoulder.

"We'll discuss the details inside."

The storm raged on, the content of their conversation known to no one.

Until two days later.

The Raymond Corporation made a sudden announcement: President Ian had transferred all his shares to a trust, and his assistant Jeff would hold these shares for three years, which meant no trading, but enough clout for Jeff.

Fitch couldn't untangle the mess.

He tried Bernard again, only to be told by someone else that Bernard was bedridden with rage and refusing visitors.

Fitch set his phone down, his expression grave.

Tyler paced before him, usually preoccupied with showbiz gossip, rarely the power plays of the Greenfield elite. But this was too big to ignore.

"Fitch, think of something! Are we just going to let Ian get shot?"

"What can I do?"

Fitch was frustrated too. He'd accompanied Ian to see Bernard, only for Ian to end up fleeing with Eric after a mysterious two-day plea. Now, with Bernard incapacitated and their affairs in the hands of rivals, if they caught Ian, an on-the-spot execution was a real possibility.

Especially with Eric in tow, a man of international intrigue. Ian was now up against the world powers, alone in a fight that seemed impossible to win.