Chapter 1280


    At four in the morning in Greenfield, everything was quiet as a whisper.


    A man held a tiny earpiece between his fingers, a tool used solely to listen to Maja''s voice from across


    the distance. But he''d lost contact with her two days ago.


    How foolish. It seemed Ian''s words had swayed her once again.


    With a sigh, he put down the earpiece. A soft voice queried from his side.


    "Mr. K, what should we do now?"


    Were they just going to let Ms. Pennyfeather stay with Patric?


    He didn''t respond right away, his eyes narrowing slightly.


    The room became silent, as if his aura demanded it.


    After a long pause, he tossed the earpiece into a nearby trash bin.


    "Tell Patric that Ian is most likely hiding in his mansion."


    With that, he leaned back and closed his eyes.


    "Also, send someone to inform Maja. If she doesn''t care about Lillian''s fate, then she can continue to


    entangle herself with Ian. I''ll be leaving on the evening of the 5th next month. She can decide whether


    to cooperate with me or not."


    "Understood, sir."


    His bodyguard looked at him with some admiration. After all, he was currently the most powerful man,


    managing the entirety of BK with ease.


    The bodyguard soon left.


    Half an hourter, Patric received the news.


    "You think Ian''s hiding here?"


    A smile yed on his lips as his gaze swept over the silent bodyguards around him. No one spoke.


    Patric''s smile faded.


    "I see. I''ll find him."


    As Maja was resting in her room, she heard a soft knock on her window. It was a message from Mr. K,


    asking if she truly didn''t care about Lillian''s fate.


    How could Maja not care?


    Her eyshes fluttered as she heard her bedroom door open.


    Patric entered without a word and went straight into the bathroom.


    There were only Maja''s toiletries in the bathroom, but when he opened the medicine cab behind the


    mirror, he found a set of men''s toiletries.


    What a clever hiding ce!


    His eyes shed dangerously as he returned to the bed and found a short strand of men''s hair on the


    pillow.


    "Maja!"


    Furious, he strode to her side.


    "Do you have a death wish? You dare to hide a man in my house?"


    His grip on her chin tightened, and she winced.


    He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.


    "Who''s been bringing the food recently?"


    The two men thought for a moment, then replied, "Clown."


    Patric remembered him. A man with an unremarkable presence due to his scarred face and hunched


    walk, but skillful nheless.


    Such a person would indeed make a good scapegoat.


    Patric gritted his teeth. "Get him here now! If he says a word, deal with him!"


    "Yes, sir."


    The two bodyguards quickly left.


    Maja was barely breathing. She was about to make her way to the door when Patric grabbed her wrist.


    "Worried? If Ian dared toe here, he must''ve prepared for the worst."


    She didn''t respond, but pped him instead.


    Patric dodged, his eyes shing dangerously.


    He tightened his grip on her wrist, preparing to push her onto the bed, but the next moment, a gun was


    pressed against his head.


    Ian had been hiding in the room all along, concealed behind the curtains.


    Patric, consumed with anger, hadn''t noticed.


    He didn''t need to turn his head to know it was Ian.


    Ian pulled Maja behind him, his tone casual.


    "Tell your men to leave."


    Patric didn''t move, but pressed his head against the gun''s barrel instead.


    "Do you dare to shoot me, Ian?"


    Before he could finish, Ian kicked him in the waist.


    "Eric, I don''t want to kill you, but crippling you would be easy. Yourwork is all in North America.


    Because of the chip, the higher-ups have been watching you. I advise you to be careful."


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    Ian handcuffed Patric.


    "Maja said she gave you the chip. How could you forget where it is? Or should I help jog your memory?


    Or where should I shoot to make you tell Grandpa Bernard and his gang that the chip is with you?"


    Maja couldn''t see, but she clung to Ian''s shirt.


    Ian ced Patric on the bed and tied his legs with a torn piece of cloth.


    He pulled out his phone and dialed Bernard''s number.


    Once Bernard answered, he put the phone in front of Patric.


    "Tell Grandpa Bernard that you have the chip. Or else."


    His gun instinctively moved to his most precious, most vulnerable spot.


    No man wasn''t afraid of that.


    Patric''s chest tightened as he spoke into the phone. "I''lle with the chip tomorrow morning."


    His eyes were fixed on Ian as he spoke.