Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1461

Troy's complexion shifted, his grip on his cane tightening.

Wade might be a screw-up, but he was the grandson Troy had doted on since he was a child.

Maja was really making a scene, not giving anyone an inch.

The air was filled with Wade's howls, but nobody dared say a word.

Maja had already helped Quentin to the infirmary, leaving behind the chaotic scene.

The principal, pale as a ghost, hurried over to the old man, "Troy, what is happening?"

His mind was still buzzing, unable to believe the events that had just unfolded.

What if he had offended Maja? What was he going to do? Panic set in, his palms sweaty.

"Troy, Maja is quite the hothead. Today she nearly made a spectacle of Wade and then had the audacity to show such bravado in front of you. Should we send her to Inner Island?"

Troy's eyes were sharp beneath his furrowed brows.

The principal's suggestion was clear: he hoped the wealthy families on Inner Island would put Maja in her place.

With its affluent residents and the four big families, Inner Island was a powerhouse. Yet even there, Maja's worth was top-tier.

After all, twenty million dollars were just pocket money to her. How rich was she?

Troy was fond of Wade, but he was no fool. He could see through the principal's ploy.

With a look, he signaled his bodyguards, who promptly seized the principal.

The principal, in a panic, exclaimed, "Troy, what are you doing?"

Troy waved his hand dismissively, "Time for a change in leadership. Let's see who Ms. Pennyfeather would prefer as principal."

The principal's face drained of color, his complexion ashen.

Troy stepped forward, his voice commanding, "Everybody disperse. The police will deal with Wade and the principal accordingly."

Wade, who had been feigning injury on the ground, clung to Troy's feet in fear at these words.

"Grandpa, don’t do this to me, please!"

Tears and snot mingled as he wept, but the old man merely kicked him away.

"Get lost! How did I end up raising such a disappointment like you!"

The mention of a mere twenty million dollars had given Troy pause.

Maja looked at her hands, "Actually, I came here looking for someone. If Troy is reliable, I might consider working with him."

Quentin didn't know who she was seeking, but Maja's fortune astounded him. He felt the tattoo on the back of his neck burning.

Maybe he could really keep on living.

That evening, they returned to the small courtyard to find the house transformed, with workers busily renovating.

The children gathered around the new double doors, their faces lit with joy.

"Quentin, Quentin, the door is so pretty."

"There's so much new stuff in the house. We didn't dare touch anything without you here," they said eagerly, tears of concern welling in their eyes.

"Quentin, are you hurt? Did someone bully you?"

Quentin quickly soothed the bunch, then went inside to check on the Madam.

But the woman lay still in her bed, she was gone.