Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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 in

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to cultivate the children's innate

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as exaggerated as Quentin had described to Maja, but they were

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

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

appraise Patric. Just days ago, an Eric had appeared and was seized by the powerful

escaping

fled, now here ca Patric, who looked eerily similar with Eric.

with a straightforward code, certainly not one

before Timothy was nothing like Eric. They

silent, his gaze fixed

"How many

of the finest

we receive the promised medication

"One month's time."

well, in that month, the Bradshaws will

and left

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

approached us. Now this Patric arrives

down his teacup with a cold laugh. "Whether he is reliable or not, the medication he speaks of is intriguing. It's

If he fails to deliver, he won't

butler fell silent,

competitive. Although they controlled all of Inner Island,

above them

people every three months, and none who left