Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The tension in the grand hall was palpable, with everyone's eyes fixed on BLACK.

Timothy gripped his firearm, his eyes alert and piercing, as if ready to pull the trigger the moment he got a clear view of BLACK's

face.

At this knife-edge moment, a voice at the door pierced the silence.

"Boss, the Elder has arrived."

No sooner had the words hung in the air than a figure stepped through the doorway.

The newcomer wore a mask, yet it was evident he was a young man.

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Timothy immediately stood up.

"Elder, what brings you here today?"

Quentin's gaze shifted between Ralap and BLACK, his brow furrowed with concern, "What's going on here?"

Without hesitation, Timothy explained his suspicions.

"Elder, that's the situation. Fortunately you're here. You know the gentleman, so you might verify his identity for us."

ploy to shift the

BLACK hadn't been replaced by lan, then Timothy would have

one to offend

were in cahoots; there

further ado, Quentin

in front of lan,

exposed, Quentin's fingers stiffened momentarily, then he readjusted the hood, almost reflexively as

hadn't registered the action.

Timothy nor Ralap could see lan's partially revealed face; Quentin was the sole

Quentin had readjusted the hood, the

and settled

you get a good

glass beside

a beat, and

not, just making sure

in lan's

silent, his eyes lingering

figure he had been searching for, the one who had been pulling the strings behind

families with such ease.

posture hinted

both the sir and the Elder present, we've made a fool of

our brains become,

with a smile, begging the gentleman not to take

of the cup; the Elder's

the Elder had chosen