Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 233

The elevator reached the first floor where the living room was located with a sharp ding.

Orion, who had been drinking with his head down, immediately looked up at the sound. When he saw Sebastian emerge from the elevator, his smile grew even wider. "Sebi!"

This completely undignified nickname coming from Orion's mouth was like some new form of horror movie.

Sebastian frowned, his disgust written all over his face.

His gaze lingered on the empty glass in Orion's hand and the wine bottles lying askew on the table, then shifted to the wine cabinet behind the partition where quite a few bottles had already been taken down.

"What? Here to drink at my place?"

Sebastian had never seen Orion like this before. Their relationship wasn't particularly close, but it wasn't distant either. It had evolved from business interests into friendship. Yet looking at Orion's current state, you'd think they'd been best friends since childhood.

Mark had already started cleaning up the aftermath behind them. He worked silently, quietly collecting the empty bottles Orion had drained and the ice maker he'd emptied.

There was an obvious puddle of vomit in one corner of the carpet, its sour stench hitting like a punch to the skull, while Orion sitting beside it remained completely oblivious.

Sebastian, seated on the single sofa on the other side of the carpet, clearly saw the mess too. He frowned, seemingly already catching the smell, bringing his clenched fist to his nose while gritting his back teeth.

Drunk Orion still had no clue what was happening.

Once he realized Sebastian was home, he started rambling about his grievances.

"I'm the one who brought the company back to life, so why does my big brother get thirty-five percent of the shares! I only get fifteen percent!"

"And they say I'm in cahoots with you—what a joke! If it wasn't for partnering with you, would the company even be alive?"

"Sebi! They even want to kick me out of the board of directors..."

Though Orion's drunken complaints sounded pitiful, they failed to evoke any sympathy from Sebastian. Instead, the vein at his temple throbbed more prominently.

Mark, who had been cleaning around the carpet, quietly stepped further away. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Please come clean up."

After hanging up, he glanced at his boss who was barely restraining himself from throttling the drunk. After hesitating for just a second, he made another call.

"Please come over. Yes, we need hangover medicine or an IV. Thank you."

Hearing Mark's methodical arrangements, Sebastian's irritation eased slightly.

He stood up, his brow still furrowed.

"Watch him. When he sobers up, have him come to the third floor to talk."

"Yes, sir."

Twenty minutes later.

Orion's steps were still unsteady, but his mind had cleared considerably. He looked at Mark, who was supporting him, and smiled sheepishly. "Really sorry for the trouble, Mr. Rogers."

"It's fine," Mark replied evenly.

Orion felt guilty. "Don't worry, I'll give you some compensation for your trouble. I won't let Mr. Howard know, and I'll pay for that carpet too."

Mark glanced at him. "The compensation isn't necessary—this is all part of my job. As for the carpet, that does need to be paid for by Mr. Watson. I'll send the specific store and model information to your secretary's phone later."

Orion made a short sound of acknowledgment and was about to say more when the elevator reached the third floor.

The third floor was the recreation area. It had a master bedroom and several guest rooms, plus a large game room equipped with numerous arcade machines.

Sebastian was in this game room, wearing a bathrobe with his slightly damp hair hanging naturally down. Hearing movement at the door, he turned to look, his gaze pausing on Orion's disheveled hair and wrinkled suit.

"Take him to the guest room to shower."

He waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away something dirty.

Embarrassment flashed across Orion's face before Mark grabbed his arm and led him toward the adjacent guest room.

Just fifteen minutes later, Orion walked into the game room wearing a bathrobe.

Sebastian was standing in front of a foosball table.

As soon as Orion entered, he looked around with curiosity in his eyes. "You actually play these things?"

His surprise was understandable. Sebastian had always given off an elderly vibe—you almost never saw him have any hobbies, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

Until a few months ago, when Orion accidentally learned that Sebastian actually had feelings for a woman, he finally realized this guy was a living, breathing person.

Now, seeing this scene, Sebastian's humanity seemed even more pronounced.

But soon, he noticed that almost all the game machines here looked brand new. Even the foosball table Sebastian was currently playing looked practically unused.

"Just bought them?" Orion loved entertainment and could tell at a glance that many of these were newly manufactured toys.

But most of these game machines had long been discontinued. Getting new versions of these items must have taken considerable effort.

"Yes." Sebastian casually turned the handle, the little player hitting the small soccer ball, but it didn't go in the goal.

Orion couldn't stand watching and took over to play himself.

"What's this about the shares you mentioned earlier?" Sebastian watched him play while settling into a nearby sofa, crossing his legs and asking in a calm tone.

Orion sighed. "It's all because of that old man in my family. Don't know what got into him—he called together a bunch of shareholders and redistributed shares to my big brother."

"Says I'm on the same path as you and will eventually hand over the entire Watson family to you! Absolutely insane!"

He got more agitated as he spoke, cursing under his breath. His movements on the game became faster and faster, even controlling players on both sides simultaneously, but despite this, he maintained good offense and defense with both sides fighting back and forth.

Sebastian sat relatively far away and could only hear the sounds of the small ball hitting the players or walls.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, falling into thought over Orion's words.

While many families throughout history had followed the principle of primogeniture, the Watson family couldn't apply this inheritance law. The reason had to do with him.

Because the Watson family's eldest son, Harold Watson, had intellectual disabilities.

Though his cognitive impairment didn't affect his daily life, when faced with company data and market economic developments, his brain simply couldn't process such complex issues.

This was why Harold rarely appeared in public view.

The Watson family had three sons, and it wasn't until the third son Orion was born that the next generation finally gained some intellectual advantage.

Yet now they wanted someone with intellectual disabilities to manage the company while kicking out Orion, who had brought the company back to life?

Thinking about the Watson family's operation, Sebastian found it completely fortunate that they'd managed to produce someone like Orion—intellectually normal and even somewhat exceptional.

"Why wasn't this an issue before? I remember the Watson Group's business was already revived two months ago."

He spoke steadily, looking at Orion with the question.