Chapter 1268


    Nobody dared to make blind guesses or ask any questions. They all sat anxiously within the private


    room of the bar.


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    Fitch, on the other hand, furrowed his brows. He had known Ian for many years. He could tell


    something was off with him.


    He didn''t like Jolin. His gaze towards her was cold, devoid of any emotion.


    Having seen how Ian loved Maja, it was easy to tell that he didn''t love Jolin.


    Yet, when Ian held Jolin tightly in his arms, there was emotion in his eyes.


    It was as if he was trying to convince himself that he was holding Maja.


    Fitch quietly sipped his drink, not uttering a word.


    By seven o''clock that evening, Ian had acquired forty percent of the Volsun Group''s shares, effectively


    bing the new CEO.


    The media in Greenfield was buzzing with the news. Many even flocked to the Volsun Group''s


    headquarters, waiting for the arrival of the new CEO.


    Almost all the members of the Morris family were waiting in the grand hall on the first floor, hoping to


    have a word with Ian.


    However, from eight in the morning till noon, Ian did not show up.


    Even Edith made an appearance, hoping to meet her prodigal grandson.


    But Ian stood everyone up.


    The media could only capture the disgruntled faces of the Morris family. Everyone was curious about


    Ian''s whereabouts.


    But none dared to criticize Ian openly. After all, a single misstep could lead to the downfall of their


    Everyone thought that after acquiring the Volsun Group, Ian would stop. But at one o''clock the next


    day, the official statement from the Raymond Corporation announced their intention to acquire FORD.


    FORD was a perfumepany. Its CEO, Bruce Dempsey, was an old friend of Maja''s.


    Despite being old friends, Bruce had once set Maja up, breaking a promise of a contract at thest


    minute, leading to a crisis in the Star Movie Group.


    Now that the Raymond Corporation announced their intention to acquire FORD, citing Jolin''s interest in


    their perfumes, Bruce was terrified. He tried calling Ian several times, but to no avail.


    Knowing that Ian was ignoring even the Morris family, Bruce knew it was unlikely he would get any


    face.


    Bruce, in his desperation, called Maja. But Maja''s phone was with Patric.


    Patric answered the call on her behalf.


    After Bruce apologized for his past behavior and asked Maja to convince Ian, Patricughed and


    replied.


    "Mr. Dempsey, Ian''s current infatuation is the reason for his madness. Rumor has it that he bought the


    Morris family for her. Calling here won''t help."


    Bruce was sweating profusely.


    "Maja has some influence over Ian. Could you help me out? I don''t want to see FORD ruined on my


    watch."


    Patric''s eyes grew cold.


    "Mr. Dempsey, I''m afraid I can''t help you."


    Patric hung up the phone and saw that Maja was looking at him.


    She was still blind and mute but could hear what he was saying.


    He ced the phone aside and spoke in a casual tone.


    "Ian''s got a new girl, Jolin. He''s spent billions on her. Was he ever this generous when he was with


    you?"


    He was trying to sow discord, but Maja simply stared out of the window, showing no signs of emotional


    distress.


    His attempts at provocation over the past day had been met with stoic silence, which was beginning to


    bore him.


    He frowned and left.


    Within two hours, the Raymond Corporation had acquired thirty percent of FORD''s shares. They were


    just five percent short of iming the CEO''s position.


    The media was abuzz with Ian''s actions, all of them puzzled by his intentions.


    Ian, however, was holed up in a private room at the BlueSky Bar, not even returning to Greenfield


    Gardens.


    When Fitch found him, he was ying poker with others who were trying to curry favor with him,


    feeding him advantageous cards.


    Regardless of how poor his hand was, he always ended up winning.


    With a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk on his face, he raked in the chips and handed them to


    Jolin.


    "Here, Jolin."


    Everyone knew that Ian was usually the big loser at the poker table.


    Now, they all had to tread carefully around him.


    When Fitch arrived, he swept all the cards off the table. "Everyone out. I need to talk to Ian."


    The room emptied quickly, leaving only Jolin sitting in Ian''sp.


    Fitch''s face turned cold. "You too."


    Reluctantly, Jolin rose and left.


    The once bustling room fell silent, the tension so thick one could cut it with a knife.