Female Novel
Chapter 1269
Fitch took a deep breath and sat down across from him.
"You're the one who interfered with Omar's shipment at the port, aren't you? Do you realize who Omar
is working with? The Olson family!"
Unlike the public, high-profile families of Greenfield, the Olsons had always been shrouded in a cloak of
illegality, keeping them out of the common knowledge.
The Olson family enjoyed a significant status in the underworld, sticking to their territory for the past
two decades without crossing any lines. The higher-ups turned a blind eye, knowing that the Olsons
could handle matters they'd rather not get involved with.
Now, Ian had intercepted the Olson’s biggest shipment, pulling both the Casson and Olson families into
the mess.
By making enemies incessantly, Ian was leaving himself no place to hide if these forces decide to band
together and take him down.
Understanding Ian's motives, Fitch realized it was more of a self-destructive move, intending to drag
the whole of Greenfield into chaos.
"Ian, the Olson family has reached out to me. We, the public families, have always kept our noses outnovelbin
of each other's business. Be reasonable. While I can still mediate, let go of the shipment. Otherwise,
this situation will be impossible to resolve."
The Raymond family had a close relationship with the top brass, with Steve still in a position of power.
By acting recklessly, Ian was cornering Steve, who had to collaborate with the Olson family on
numerous occasions.
Meanwhile, the Casson family was mad. Omar was becoming increasingly unpredictable. Ian's actions
were tantamount to suicide.
Fitch took another deep breath.
"I know you're bitter about Eric taking Maja from you, but if you continue to stir up trouble, all of
Greenfield will be thrown into chaos."
Ian, his long fingers still holding a deck of cards, slowly placed them on the table.
"So what?"
His eyes were calm, even rational.
Fitch was momentarily speechless, as if something was choking him. He had thought that Ian was
acting irrationally, but it was clear now that he was perfectly sane.
A sane kind of madness.
Frustrated, Fitch grabbed the cards on the table and flung them towards Ian.
"Omar is a lunatic, and the Olson family is no less cunning than you. Even if you manage to escape to
North America, do you plan on never returning?"
"Yep."
Ian casually picked up the cards, shuffling them with a grace that was almost elegant.
Fitch pursed his lips, taking a long moment before asking,
"Are you waiting for Maja to persuade you?"
"No."
He answered quickly, but the quicker he answered, the closer it hit to the truth.
Fitch knew all too well that Ian, despite his current lofty status, would be trampled in the mud if anyone
managed to pull him down. Especially since making someone disappear was child's play for the Olson
family, even if that person was Ian.
"If you're waiting for Maja, you're going to be disappointed. I heard she's been staying in Eric's villa and
hasn't left. She could be pregnant by now. She's that heartless, and are you still degrading yourself for
her?"
"I like it, I'm willing, and I'm seeking my own destruction. Is that okay?"
Finally, he tossed the last card from his hand and stood up.
"It's late, I need to go."
Fitch remained standing, fuming.
"Ian, let's say, by some miracle, you two end up together again someday. With all these enemies you've
made, can you guarantee her safety?"
Ian paused, smirking.
"Fitch, didn't you hear what she said that day? She said I'm not even worth one of Eric's fingernails,
that she only sees me as a stand-in. That my feelings for her are all fake, that I don't know what it feels
like to love. Do we still have a chance?"
After a pause of a dozen seconds, he dropped his gaze.
"Let's face it. She doesn't think I'm good enough."
No matter what he did, she would always look down on him.
Even if he was parading around with an imitation now, she still chose to live peacefully in Eric's villa,
not even bothering to send him a message.
In her world, Ian was as insignificant as a gust of wind.
Gone once it had blown past, leaving no trace behind.
He didn't want to continue, afraid that he might choke up if he said any more.