Female Novel
Chapter 1087
Fitch paused for a moment before he softly said, "Eric doesn't strike me as a superficial guy."
Superficial enough to quote a line of poetry, a line that contained the name of the woman he liked. So
brazen, without any disguise.
Ian cast his gaze downwards, his fists clenched tight.
"Liking is superficial in itself. If it truly is Maja, wouldn't everything make sense then? We've never
suspected her, always investigating in the wrong direction. Hence, there's been no progress till now."novelbin
"But Ian, if Maja is indeed that woman, her presence around you suggests ulterior motives. She knew
we were looking for Eric but never once mentioned that she was the woman Eric was fond of. With
Grandpa Holden following Eric this time and Maja conveniently disappearing, could the group at the
cliff be Eric's people?"
This suggested that it was a conspiracy between Eric and Maja that led to Holden's death.
The truth was shocking, as the one who died was the senior Ian cared most about. The one who
deceived him was his own brother and the woman he loved.
He dared not dwell on it.
Ian's lips were pursed, and he suddenly remembered something. He strode upstairs.
Finally, he arrived in front of Maja's locker. It was locked with a code.
He didn't know the passcode, so he entered Maja's birthday.
Incorrect.
He tried his own birthday next.
Incorrect.
Ian smirked, then entered Eric's birthday.
Correct.
The 'click' sounded like the world's most cruel joke.
He hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to smash the locker.
But he didn't.
He just unlocked it. The contents were simple; only a jellyfish seal and a small notebook remained.
The notebook matched the description Fitch had given him.
His fingers stiffened as he flipped through the notebook. It was empty.
There was a spot on one of the pages that felt like glue residue, indicating something had been stuck
there before.
He lingered on the spot before closing the notebook.
He sat there for a long time, so his body started stiffening.
In the early hours of the next day, Maria came in and started when she saw him. She thought Mr.
Raymond had left the previous night since he hadn't come down for dinner. She didn't expect him to
have stayed up all night in this room.
"Mr. Raymond, would you like breakfast?" It was seven in the morning.
Ian was awakened by her voice. He glanced outside, realizing he had been sitting there the whole
night.
He stood up, calmly straightening his suit.
His phone rang. It was a call to collect Grandpa Holden's ashes.
He shook his head at Maria, not saying anything more.
When he arrived downstairs, Coco was wandering around the room.
Ian squatted down, looking at her seriously. No wonder Coco had always been so enthusiastic. They
had met before.
But he had been allergic to dog fur, so he used to feed her from a distance.
Later, she was sent away.
Through the passage of time, he just watched her. His eyes reddened, and he gave a small laugh.
Coco barked at him, seemingly sensing his emotions.