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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.

cup, Patric spoke in a

the Bradshaws be unaware of?

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solely to cultivate the children's innate talents, and

for greater

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

of the Inner Island clans were privy to

felt their unassailable status, and therefore inflated their arrogance

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

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here ca Patric, who looked eerily similar

code, certainly not one to dabble

before Timothy was nothing like Eric. They

gaze fixed on

a while, he asked, "How many 'bipedal beasts' does Mr. Patric

Bradshaw, I want twenty of the finest quality you

will we receive the promised medication

"One month's time."

month, the Bradshaws will

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

Now this Patric arrives alone,

he is reliable or not,

fails to deliver, he won't be

fell silent,

families had always been competitive. Although they controlled all

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three months, and none who left