Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1498

If Ian 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. I 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.

So, 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 Ian disguised himself, he couldn't escape Patric's notice.

He knew Ian too well, so well that every subtle movement of Ian was transparent to him.

This BLACK had to be Ian.

It seemed Quentin and Ian were in cahoots.

But what could Ian 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.

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.

His heart surged with desire.

"It's just a woman, Mr. Patric. You can marry her whenever you wish."

"I want Maja to receive ample respect in the Bradshaw family. I 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.