Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1455

Maja grabbed his arm as he bent to pick up the fallen bills, insisting with a swift motion of her own hand, "Let me."

Earlier today, as she strolled around the neighborhood, she uncovered a hard truth: the wages here were pitiful. With a fortune of fifty million dollars, she could indeed strut around Outer Island like she owned the place.

But money was the last thing she needed. Fifty million was nothing. The credit card Beck had given her before she left probably had much more than that.

Add to that her company assets back in Greenfield, and the numbers were staggering.

Quentin, oblivious to her thoughts, attempted to continue unloading the car in silence.

It was then that Maja tapped his shoulder, "I'm thinking of acquiring Wade’s family's enterprise."

The box Quentin was holding dropped to the ground as he stared at her, half-believing she was out of her mind.

Maja's gaze swept over the most opulent high rises in the vicinity, the workplaces of so-called elites of Outer Island — the only places with a view beyond the enclosing walls, although their view was limited to a stretch of ocean.

Bending down to pick up the dropped items, she headed inside.

"But I can't do it alone," she said. "I'm not yet familiar with the corporate acquisition process here. I need a few days to observe."

Quentin's mind buzzed with heat. His gut told him Maja wasn't the type to joke.

As they brought the goods inside, a group of patch-clothed children clustered around, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Quentin, what did you buy? Are we having meat tonight? It smells delicious."

"Wow, Quentin, you're amazing."

Quentin ruffled their hair with a smile, "You should be thanking this lady here."

The children's eyes turned to Maja, their faces a picture of cuteness.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Quentin looked down at her with a long gaze before speaking.

"Maja, I don't know how to thank you. I'll do my best to support you at school."

She tossed the cotton swab into the trash, too tired to speak, and rubbed her eyes.

"Don’t worry about it," she responded. "It's a fair trade. Taking over your teacher’s position is also convenient for me."

Just as Quentin was about to reply, a harsh cough echoed from outside.

He excused himself and hurried to check on the source of the sound.

Maja climbed into bed, still able to hear his calm, reassuring voice.

"Madam, how are you feeling now?"

From the moment she saw the Madam earlier that day, Maja knew the woman didn't have much time left — she was merely holding on. Now that someone had taken over her role and would be able to support Quentin and the children, she could finally let go.