NovelEnglishIf lan died, what would happen to Maja?
Quentin had never been one for considering others too deeply, because his primary concern was always revolved around pleasing
his stepfather.
Yet, he couldn't shake off the scene where Maja sifted through ashes for remnants of bone. It played like a silent film over and over
in his mind.
"Elder."
"Elder?"
Someone was calling him, which stirred Quentin from his thoughts. He looked up, only to see Timothy standing before him.
"Elder, we've prepared lunch for you and the gentleman. Please, join us for a meal. | won't intrude any further."
Quentin stood up, and when he passed by Patric, he paused slightly.
That fool, who once had an air of simplicity, now had a gaze both sharp and shrewd.
This was his true face, wasn't it?
In the moment Quentin hesitated, Patric's eyes narrowed.
With minimal contemplation, he discerned the face behind the mask.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, it was him.
A cold laugh escaped him. He remained still, but his peripheral vision caught BLACK rising to follow Quentin.
As Patric watched their retreating figures, his hand slowly clenched into a fist.
No matter how lan disguised himself, he couldn't escape Patric's notice.
He knew lan too well, so well that every subtle movement of lan was transparent to him.
This BLACK had to be lan.
It seemed Quentin and lan were in cahoots.
But what could lan possibly offer to Quentin that would compel him to conceal the truth?
Incredible.
Patric's grip tightened, and his eyes were a fathomless well.
Even Timothy felt a shiver down his spine at that look.
"Mr. Patric, is something wrong?"
As Patric had shown his true capabilities the night before, Timothy no longer doubted him and knew he needed to curry favor with
this man.
He was key to elevating the Bradshaw family to the pinnacle of the Four Great Families.
A twisted smile played on Patric's lips.
"lI have a certain, persuasive concoction. Do you truly think the Bradshaw patriarch has been content sitting beneath an elder all
these years?"
Timothy stiffened, as he was shocked by Patric's audacity.
What was this man planning?
Patric chuckled, his fingers casually twisting as if they were breaking something intangible.
"l intend to marry Maja, but swish to stand in my way. | plan to remove any and all obstacles."
Realizing the extent of his ambition, Timothy felt his internal alarms blaring.
Yet now, it sounded like Patric was just love-struck.
And Patric had willingly exposed a weakness.
After a thoughtful pause, Timothy said, "Produce that concoction first. If it works well, I'll consider it."
Over the years, Timothy had avoided making enemies and had been biding his time, but his greed was immense.
He had long wished for the Bradshaw family to lead the Four Great Houses and had grown tired of treating BLACK as an honored
guest.
If he could monopolize that drug, and if he could turn the whole Forbidden Island into his personal playground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis heart surged with desire.
"It's just a woman, Mr. Patric. You can marry her whenever you wish."
"lI want Maja to receive ample respect in the Bradshaw family. | may tease her, but no one else is allowed. So, replace all those
maids," Patric demanded.
Timothy caught the fleeting murderous intent in his eyes.
He was serious; his concern was completely fixated on a woman.
Had he lost his mind? On an island where women were so undervalued, he was scheming so grandly for one.
But this could work in Timothy's favor. As long as he held Maja, he could ensure Patric's compliance.
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