Chapter 139 Hundred Reasons for A Breakup
In the afternoon.
After the funeral, just as Grayson was about to leave the Neon Club, a heavily intoxicated Raymond stood on the second floor and shouted, "Grayson."
"What's up, Raymond?" Grayson shouted back.
"Come up here. I need to talk to you."
"Fuck, what's the matter?"
"Just come up."
About ten minutes later, in Terry's former office, Grayson sat on the couch and asked with a smile, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Terry's dead," Raymond said, rubbing his bald head and slapping his leg as he sat in a chair, blinking. "I want to discuss with you what to do with the company."
Grayson was taken aback. "What do you need to discuss with me? Didn't Terry say before he left that the company would go to William, and you would assist him?"
"Don't give me that," Raymond said, crossing his legs and getting straight to the point. "I just want to know your opinion. Do you agree with William being the manager?"
Grayson was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and replied, "Why wouldn't I agree? Terry started this business, so he could give it to whoever he wanted."
"Do you really think that?" Raymond asked.
Grayson looked at Raymond, frowning slightly. "What do you really mean?"
"Nothing. I just want to know if you will truly support William as the manager."
"I already said, if he wants to be the manager, let him be. How else can I support him? By kneeling down?" Grayson took out a pack of cigarettes. "About this company, whether Terry was here or William is taking over, you've always been the most influential person. So if you agree, that's enough. You don't need to ask my opinion."
Raymond might have been really drunk, or maybe he was reminiscing about the old days when they were all together, so his eyes were slightly red as he said, "Grayson, without Terry, none of us would have succeeded. Now, not only can we all eat well, but we also don't lack money. So I really hope that at this critical moment, we don't start fighting over a little profit, you understand?"
Grayson lit a cigarette and looked out the window. "Raymond, let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Is Chris our brother?"
Raymond was silent.
"Then let me ask you, if the other side had asked for me, would Terry have sent me?" Grayson asked, smoking.
"That's different," Raymond shouted, eyes wide. "Before Chris went, I told him that if the other side made a move, Terry and I would risk our lives to get him back. In all these years, when have you seen Terry handle things himself? And why did he send Chris? Wasn't it for the company's sake? If it were you, what would you have done?"
"I'm not Terry, but he did send Chris." Grayson stood up. "Now he's dead, and I'm not saying it was right or wrong, but everyone does feel uncomfortable about it."
Raymond looked at Grayson and suddenly understood a truth: perhaps people became friends with just a look, but when they broke up, they could find a hundred reasons.
"When Terry was around, I already spoke less in the company," Grayson said, smoking. "From now on, discuss things with William. I won't ask much."
Raymond thought for a moment, then lowered his head and replied, "Grayson, even if you're leaving, let's part on good terms."
Grayson was taken aback. "You're overthinking it."
"Yeah, I hope I am."
"Alright, you've been tired for days. Take a rest. I'm heading back." Grayson smiled, threw out the words, and left the office.
Raymond sat in the chair and stiffly picked up the pack of cigarettes.
The door to the small room's lounge opened, and William stepped out, saying softly, "Raymond, do you think I was wrong?"
Raymond, fiddling with a lighter, replied, "When we had no money, there weren't so many problems."
In the car.
Grayson held the phone and asked softly, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, it was Sebastian who got caught. David is already hiding." the person on the other end confirmed.
Grayson thought for a moment, glanced at his watch, and said, "Book me a ticket to Stardust City. I'm leaving tonight."
"Okay."
"Just a few of us, don't tell anyone else." Grayson instructed.
"I understand." the other person nodded.
An hour later, in an apartment in Pine City.
William sat on the couch, looking down at David. "Don‘t even think about putting on this police uniform again."
"Yeah, I don't want to." David nodded.
"David, I need you to do something."
"What is it?"
William turned his head and whispered a few words in David's ear.
After hearing it, David asked in shock, "Is it necessary? Have you discussed this with Raymond?"
"I can't discuss it with him." William shook his head. "This matter is just between you and me."
David rubbed his hands, looking puzzled. "I just don't get it. We're all supposed to be brothers, why has it come to this?"
"David, if you can't do it, I'll find someone else," William said, looking at him sincerely. "You're the closest to me. I don't want to make it hard for you."
David turned his head, staring at William. "Don't say anymore, I'll do it."
With that, the room fell silent.
William sat on the couch, smoking three cigarettes in a row, then stood up and patted David's leg. "Take a rest."
In the Neon Club office.
Raymond was woken up by Enrique shaking his leg.
"What's up?" Raymond turned and asked.
"He went to Stardust City," Enrique said briefly, "With just four or five people."
Raymond was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly sat up, rubbed his face, and sighed. "Book a ticket for me, too."
Enrique didn't move.
"What's wrong?" Raymond looked up and asked.
"Do we really need to get involved in what William should handle?" Enrique couldn't help but ask.
Raymond was silent for three seconds, then asked, his voice trembling, "Say that again?"
Enrique stared at Raymond for a moment, then turned and said, "I'll book the ticket."
On the road.
William was driving, his face expressionless as he dialed Samuel's number.
"Hello?"
"Samuel, just letting you know, I'm resigning." William got straight to the point.
Samuel was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"I'll send my resignation letter to you and the police department tomorrow."
"Alright, then I wish you the best," Samuel said calmly.
William was silent for a moment, still smiling. "Samuel, some people will pay for Terry's life."
Samuel chuckled. "Find the clues, and I'll help you solve the case."
With that, Samuel hung up. William stepped on the gas, heading straight for Pine City Station.
From this moment on, Pine City officially entered the era of the young.
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