Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1085

The funeral of the Raymond family patriarch was a grand affair. Given his prominent status, it was inevitable that many high-ranking individuals would attend, making any attempt at discretion impossible.

On the day the funeral was held, Ian, a member of the Raymond family, was conspicuously absent. One dignitary after another arrived, with rows of cars lining the entrance.

In addition to the dignitaries, many business tycoons who were closely linked to the Raymonds also attended. Some struck up conversations with the family members, inquiring about Ian's whereabouts, but no one seemed to know.

While the patriarch's funeral was a sensation within their circle, word of it hadn't spread beyond that. However, anyone who was curious enough would have discovered the news of Holden's passing.

Meanwhile, Maja was trapped in a small room, alerted to the sound of footsteps approaching. Over the past couple of days, her visitors were either a gentleman or a flamboyant one.

The gentleman would typically knock, but the other would barge unannounced. Over time, she learned to distinguish the two by their entrance.

The footsteps ceased, and the door swung open. The man stood there, holding several bottles of liquor, his eyes red and swollen as he looked up at her.

Startled, Maja recoiled, her eyebrows furrowing.

The next second, the man was by her side, setting out two shot glasses in front of her and pouring himself a drink.

"Maja, have a drink with me," he demanded.

Maja didn't move, merely looking at him calmly.

After downing three shots quickly, the man, Patric, suddenly grasped her chin, raised his glass, and forced her to down the strong liquor.

Choked by the alcohol, Maja coughed violently. This kind of force-feeding could be life-threatening.

Fortunately, he only made her drink a small amount before continuing to drink glass after glass himself.

Maja didn't stop him. If he got drunk, she would have a chance to escape.

After ten shots, Patric finally looked at her with intoxicated eyes. "Maja, you're quite my type," he slurred, propping his chin on his hand and staring at her.

In response, Maja snatched a liquor bottle and splashed it in his face.

Patric wiped his face dry with a handkerchief and glared at her.

Maja tried to run for the door, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Does it hurt when I mention Ian? Finally dropping the sweet act, are you?" he taunted.

A few steps forward, Maja felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and her vision blurred. She looked back at him but saw multiple figures before her. Everything was spinning. She collapsed onto the floor, shaking her head, but the room continued to spin.

"What did you put in the drink?" she demanded.

"What else? You were waiting for me to get drunk so you could escape, weren't you?" he replied, a smirk on his face.

He looked down at her on the floor and sighed lightly. "If you had been more obedient, I wouldn't have had to resort to this. Tomorrow morning, we're taking a flight out of here. Ian will probably be at the mortuary, claiming Holden's ashes. He won't have time to look for you. Plus, Holden's last words would have surely been a request for him to stay away from you. Maja, you've been abandoned."