Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Ten minutes ticked by when a knock sounded on the door; it was Quentin’s voice piercing the silence.

“Maja, it seems like Patric’s running a fever. We’re out of meds. I’m going to pop out and grab some

fever reducers.” “Thanks, I appreciate it.” Maja opened the door and made her way to Patric’s room.

Patric was lying in bed, his eyelashes fluttering non-stop. Quentin had left to fetch the medicine, and he

wouldn’t be back for at least half an hour. Patric’s clothes had been changed, and Maja took a nearby

towel, dampened it with water, and laid it across his forehead. His eyelashes kept quivering, his sleep

troubled. During his restless moments, his arm revealed a patchwork of needle marks, a horrific sight.

The thought of this body belonging to Eric stirred a mix of emotions in Maja. After all, Eric himself

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hadn’t done anything to harm her. It was all Patric’s doing, and it wasn’t fair to blame Eric. But the scars

on this body were Eric’s burden to bear. Meanwhile, Quentin stepped under an awning, umbrella in

hand, as he rounded a corner. He glanced skyward briefly before noticing footsteps behind him. He

sidestepped, tucking his umbrella away, and casually asked the person following him. “Any news?” “Mr.

Gellar, still no sign of the Holy Daughter, but K has resurfaced in the organization. He’s been holed up

lately, not sure what he’s plotting.” Quentin’s youthful demeanor vanished as he rubbed his fingertips

together thoughtfully. “Keep an eye on him. If K makes a move, let me know straight away. I’ve located

the jellyfish seal. I’ll be bringing it back soon.” The person behind him knelt instantly, a look of joy on

their face. “Congratulations, Mr. Gellar.” The title of Mr. Gellar had been passed down to him, and ever

since the Holy Daughter had gone missing, everyone had been scrambling for the jellyfish seal, hoping

to lay legitimate claim to the throne. But

years had gone by without a whisper of the seal. A dark glint passed through his eyes. “Keep tabs on

that woman from Outer Island. A traitor to the Holy Daughter doesn’t deserve an easy life.”

“Understood.” Quentin popped his umbrella back open, on the verge of departure, when he suddenly

inquired. “And Ian, where is he now?” “He entered Inner Island just a day ago, Mr. Gellar.” Quentin

squinted, thinking of Maja’s state, and licked his teeth with a predatory air. “Forbidden Island is my turf.

I don’t want him anywhere near Maja, nor do I want them leaving alive. Make it happen.” “Yes, sir.” The

man shuddered under Quentin’s gaze. Who would have thought that this young man was the true

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master of Forbidden Island? Those who came from the outside would find themselves pawns in his

game. This place had the highest number of mental hospitals, and this young man was the most

ruthless of players. Once he grew bored, he’d reveal the truth behind the charade he’d orchestrated

and send those people straight to the mental hospital. People in Forbidden Island revered him, and the

core figures knew of his fondness for games. They supported whatever play he wished to put on. But

this time, the prey was different. This time, the prey seemed to be intricately linked to the Holy

Daughter. However, anyone sniffing around for the Holy Daughter couldn’t be up to any good.

Especially since she might possess the jellyfish seal. This was Quentin’s goal. He had to secure that

position. A sly smile crept onto his face as he stepped into the pharmacy next door. And the man

awaiting orders had already vanished into the shadows.