Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1499

Timothy didn't waste a second before he set things in motion.

Patric remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed in the direction where Ian had vanished, a flicker of murderous intent crossing his eyes.

Inside the restaurant, only Ian and Quentin were seated.

Quentin didn't speak, nor did he touch any of the food laid out before him.

Ian also leaned back into his chair silently, with a casual, yet piercing gaze resting upon Quentin.

The atmosphere was quiet, yet charged with an unspoken tension.

After a while, Quentin tapped his fingers on the table, which broke the silence.

"Got beef with Kevin?"

"Something like that."

"There are two factions that have entered the island. One is Kevin's. The other, which landed ten minutes ago, is yours, right?"

Ian remained silent, but his eyes, which exerted a subtle pressure, spoke volumes.

Quentin chuckled coldly, "Ten minutes ago, huh? That's when I covered for you. Ian, you sure know how to play your cards."

Ian had been investigating the power behind Forbidden Island but had hit a wall; the person was too well-concealed and never showed their true face.

Today, he finally met the man behind the curtains, and this enigmetic figure was unexpectedly on his side.

Ian was well aware that his arrival had thrown Inner Island into chaos; his previous emergence had united the powerful families against him.

Now, this shadowy benefactor was aiding him, and willing to turn a blind eye to his actions.

Having dipped his finger into the condensation on his glass, Ian slowly wrote a word on the table.

Quentin registered the word with just one glance before he dropped his gaze.

He should have refused. Never had he gone against his adopted father's orders.

He was meant to rule Forbidden Island, and masterfully manipulated the powerful families.

But now, something felt different.

Ah, that's right. He missed the way Maja looked at him, with such fondness and sincerity.

He missed seeing her, distraught with grief, sifting through ashes for bones. No one had ever done anything like that for him.

Just like now, Quentin was aware of Ian's reinforcements but hadn't stopped them from entering Forbidden Island.

Quentin grabbed a napkin to wipe the moisture from his palm.

"How did you contact the outside?"

"Before I got here, a friend of Maja's brother gave us a note with an address where we could find a carrier pigeon that could fly out of Forbidden Island. There was only one."

Quentin raised an eyebrow slightly. A carrier pigeon?

That must be the only way to communicate with the outside world, and Ian had found it.

Even he, the puppet master of Forbidden Island, had been unaware.

Ian's admission confirmed that his orders had been given ten minutes before, allowing his people to enter Forbidden Island.

Quentin fell silent again. He didn't know Ian well, but he was beginning to understand that this man's mind was intricate.

When Ian first came to Inner Island, he must have had a few trusted allies. That is why he managed to send word so quickly.

The quiet settled once more, a silent standoff between two keen minds.