Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1516

The prized Jellyfish Seal was the key to becoming the head honcho of BK.

The ten elders had been scouring the earth for this seal, but who'd have thought? Quentin, the sly fox, managed to snag it.

The seal was smooth to the touch, with its unique engraving - it was the true Jellyfish Seal.

After vanishing for years, the Jellyfish Seal was back in play.

The man grabbed it, voice dripping with sarcasm, “If he wants to be punished, let him have it.”

Back in the day, he saw potential in the kid, took a chance on him. Otherwise, Quentin would've been just another statistic among the orphans scrapping for survival.

Quentin had been a good soldier over the years, running Forbidden Island like clockwork, cold and ruthless despite his youth - he was the protégé he was most proud of.

But this protégé nearly blew Forbidden Island to kingdom come. Now the place was still ticking with explosives, and no one knew if the island would still be there come sunrise.

And that island was prime real estate for certain power players. If they came after Quentin for it, his life wouldn't be worth a nickel.

Besides, Quentin had crossed a line with BK - that was a cardinal sin.

“But sir, if he keeps taking this kind of heat, he might not make it.”

“That's his choice. I've got plenty of other pawns in play; he's not irreplaceable.”

Talk about cold. You'd think after raising someone, even a dog, for so long, there'd be some attachment.

But the way he treated Quentin, it was like he was talking about a stranger.

The messenger clammed up and headed to notify the torture chamber.

Another round of torture kicked off, lasting a grueling three hours.

By the end of it, Quentin was a mess, not an inch of his skin left untouched.

He couldn't stand, so he dragged himself towards the door, only making it a few yards before collapsing, strength sapped by the pain.

It was so intense he couldn't even feel it anymore.

Stripped of his senses, he thought he felt something familiar in his hand, shaped like the piece of candy Maja had given him once.

But he hadn't eaten it that day. He'd regretted it ever since.

“He's gone.”

“Then drag him out. And tell the boss, it's time to pick a new heir from the reserves.”

As if Quentin's death was a mere footnote.

Meanwhile, by the shore, Maja, waiting for news from Ian, felt a pang in her chest.

She suddenly remembered leaving Quentin's ashes back on Forbidden Island.

Her brow furrowed as she stared at the sea, thinking of Ian who'd been gone for hours.

The waves were rough – what had become of him?

Dawn was breaking as she boarded a ship, seeking answers from the others.

“Any word yet?”

Their faces were grave, heads shaking slowly in silence.