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.

his cup, Patric

business would the Bradshaws be unaware of?

a crass

Island, everyone knew what the elite families were up to - a

it was a monopoly held tightly by these families, who sold ordinary folks like chattel. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on

status was pitifully low, as their value was nearly reduced to

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

school on the island existed solely to cultivate the

for greater

rules weren't as exaggerated as Quentin had described to Maja, but they were close

the Inner Island clans were privy to these rules, and even their own kin remained in

members had somehow felt their unassailable status, and therefore inflated their

his eyes to appraise Patric. Just days ago, an Eric had appeared and

escaping their

having fled, now here ca Patric, who looked eerily similar with Eric. Were they brothers, or something

certainly not one to dabble in the trade of

was nothing

remained silent, his gaze fixed on

many 'bipedal

want twenty of the finest quality

we receive the promised

"One month's time."

Bradshaws

and left the

with skepticism, "Sir, can we truly trust this

Now this Patric arrives alone, and he's quite the big

cold laugh. "Whether he is reliable or not, the medication he speaks of is intriguing. It's just

he fails to deliver,

butler fell silent,

great families had always been competitive. Although they controlled all of Inner Island, yet

above them

claim people every three months, and none who left

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