Chapter 889


    It’s nighttime wheren was.


    He hung up the phone and took a swig of the nearby booze, and something didn’t feel right.


    If only Maja were here to enjoy the beautiful view.


    There’s a swimming pool with a view of the most bustling scene in North America, fine wine, and fresh


    fruits.


    He could swim with her in the pool, kiss her.


    When he’s in a good mood, he could even put her on the edge of the pool, holding her by the legs,


    making out in that position. He shouldn’t think like this.


    His fingers trembled slightly, gripping the ss, so he set it down.


    His phone rang again, this time from Fitch.


    Whenn came to North America, he had his people investigate who tried to kill Maja that night. The


    results must be out now.


    Fitch calling him now could only mean it’s about Eric.


    For some reason, just thinking of this name tonight, his grip on–the-ss–nearly shattered it.


    He answered the call, and sure enough, it was Fitch’s voice.


    n, we found Eric’s fingerprints again. I’m pretty sure now he’s alive and in Greenfield. About his


    previous research, I finally got some leads, North America has been conducting secret research these


    years. It’s a weapon, but unlike traditional cold weapons, this one targets the human brain. They’ve


    never given up on human experiments.”


    “Yes, you know there is still at war with several other countries. Their research vites humanitarian


    principles. Over twenty years ago, some countries who knew about it sent people to negotiate and stop


    them, even sparking a protest movement. But researchers just moved theirb to a secret location,


    never stopping. They’ve supposedly made some significant progress.”


    Lan lit a cigarette, deep in thought.


    He said, “So, the data my brother collected has something to do with this research?”


    “Possibly.”


    “Did you find out what the research is specifically?”


    “They’re very secretive. Just finding this much info risked getting the whole Haskins family expelled.”


    Ian brushed water droplets off his hair, lying back in the sun lounger.


    If he’s still alive, he’ll show up someday. If he’s not showing up now, he must have his reasons.


    “Ian, I’ve been thinking. When Eric supposedly died abroad, could he have been discovered by this


    secretb? Do you think they could have used him for experiments for a while?”


    He asked, “What are you implying?”


    “Think about it. These guys are doing living experiments. Eric was once caught by them. With his


    genius mind, how could they let him go easily? So, his not showing up now could be rted to the


    experimental results. Also, didn’t I mention there’s been an increase in people smuggling into the


    country? Eric’s been missing for so long it’s likely the experimental results are affecting him, making


    him too scared to show his face. I even suspect the experimental data he took is crucial to them, crucial


    to the correct experimental results. So they must know Eric’s alive. That’s why they came to Windhelm


    looking.”


    The theory sounded usible.


    But whatn can’t ept was the possibility of Eric being the subject of these experiments.


    n, I still think the most important thing is to find the girl Eric used to like. He must have given this


    thing to her


    Fitch asked, “Have you gone to North America yet?”


    “When are youing back?”


    Tonight.”


    After hanging up,n rubbed his forehead.


    Suddenly, the sound of high heels and the whiff of perfume came from behind him.


    He turned around, annoyed, to see a familiar figure.


    This woman looked a bit like Carlene, but only half.


    n.” Carlene’s voice was a little shy.


    He quickly stood up, called the bodyguards from downstairs, and had her taken away.


    Then he went to find Nydia.


    Whenn covered the screen with his hand, Nydia was staring at the cash flow data on herptop.


    Nydia shrieked, “I’ve been working on this for ages!”


    Nydia, “What’s weird about Carlene? Weren’t you going to marry her?”


    His views on rtionships were simple. Since she was his girlfriend, they were bound to get married.


    Nydia raised her eyebrows, surprised to hear him admit it.


    She asked, “Who is she?”


    Nydia’s face fell. She andn had known each other for many years.


    fight club when he came of age.


    In reality, he took over when he was still a minor.


    For a 14–to–15–year–old boy to have a say here was no easy feat.


    Nydia, n?”


    <pn, “You don’t need to persuade me, Nydia. I’m not like you.”