Maja hadn't touched the watery oatmeal served to her.

The maid rolled her eyes and whisked the bowl away without a word.

"Just stay put in bed, honey. Nobody's here to wait on you hand and foot."

The door clicked shut, and it was only then that Maja cautiously slid out from under the covers.

Thankfully, her body felt unmedicated and strong.

Peering through the window, she realized she was trapped in a lavish estate, with faux hills and babbling brooks decorating the

grounds.

She tried to open the window, but it was sealed shut.

Next, she cto the door and tried pushing against it. It wouldn't budge, as it was locked from the outside.

Was she being held captive?

At least the room was spacious, complete with an en suite bathroom.

She returned to the bed. Uncertain of her current predicament, she was left with no choice but to wait.

Meanwhile, in the grand parlor of the Bradshaw estate, a steaming cup of coffee sat before Patric.

The Bradshaw patriarch, Timothy, now in his forties, had taken the reins of the family after the previous head passed away years

ago.

Recognizing the Patric's poise, Timothy watched him with a light chuckle. "So, Mr. Patric, you're interested in further business with

us?" he inquired with a smirk.

Patric spoke

of business would the Bradshaws be unaware of? Aren't you folks the best at peddling

was a crass term

what the elite families were up to - a grim

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low, as their value was nearly reduced

additional child birthed, a handsreward was offered. As a result, there was rarely any one-child family on

school on the island existed solely to cultivate the children's innate talents, and

earmarked for

as Quentin had described to Maja, but they were close

clans were privy

members had somehow felt their unassailable status, and therefore inflated their arrogance when dealing

to appraise Patric. Just days ago, an Eric had

escaping

ca Patric, who looked eerily similar

was a brute with a straightforward code, certainly not one to dabble

man before Timothy was nothing like Eric. They couldn't

his gaze

many 'bipedal

Bradshaw, I want twenty of the finest quality

we receive the

"One month's time."

Bradshaws will ensure Mr.

and left the

butler spoke up, his voice laced with skepticism, "Sir, can we truly trust this man?

Now this Patric arrives alone, and he's

"Whether he is reliable or not, the medication he speaks of

If he fails to deliver, he

fell

they controlled all of Inner Island, yet they were clear

power above

three months,

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