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.

down his cup, Patric spoke in a nonchalant

of? Aren't you

was a crass term

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pitifully low, as their value was nearly reduced

handsreward was offered. As a result,

the children's innate

for

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

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

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

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

escaping

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

straightforward code, certainly not one to dabble in

nothing like Eric. They

remained silent, his gaze

many

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will we receive the promised medication

"One month's time."

well, in that month, the Bradshaws will ensure Mr. Patric is

rose and left the

skepticism, "Sir, can

arrives alone, and he's quite

teacup with a cold laugh. "Whether he is reliable or not, the medication he

fails to deliver, he won't be

fell silent, standing

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

power above

every three