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Timothy didn't waste a second before he set things in motion.

Patric remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed in the direction where lan had vanished, a flicker of murderous intent crossing his

eyes.

Inside the restaurant, only lan and Quentin were seated.

Quentin didn't speak, nor did he touch any of the food laid out before him.

lan also leaned back into his chair silently, with a casual, yet piercing gaze resting upon Quentin.

The atmosphere was quiet, yet charged with an unspoken tension.

After a while, Quentin tapped his fingers on the table, which broke the silence.

"Got beef with Kevin?"

"Something like that."

"There are two factions that have entered the island. One is Kevin's. The other, which landed ten minutes ago, is yours, right?"

lan remained silent, but his eyes, which exerted a subtle pressure, spoke volumes.

Quentin chuckled coldly, "Ten minutes ago, huh? That's when I covered for you. lan, you sure know how to play your cards."

lan had been investigating the power behind Forbidden Island but had hit a wall; the person was too well-concealed and never

showed their true face.

Today, he finally met the man behind the curtains, and this enigmetic figure was unexpectedly on his side.

lan was well aware that his arrival had thrown Inner Island into chaos; his previous emergence had united the powerful families

against him.

aiding him, and willing to turn a blind eye to his

into the condensation on his glass,

one glance before he dropped

Never had he gone against his adopted

Forbidden Island,

something

He missed the way Maja looked at

ashes for bones. No one had ever done anything like

he was young, he was no stranger to wrongdoing, and

anyone else's

to know that the Quentin she wanted to protect had been

her as she was beaten, which would definitely deliver a fatal blow to

trust.

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

he even staged a play to let the persona of Quentin bow

selfishly, he wanted her to remember the nof Quentin

Maja had offered him a piece, and although he hadn't tasted it, he wanted to offer back

sweetness.

was walking

Maja the

that, he wiped away

if the man didn't agree, he would still turn

reinforcements

grabbed a napkin to wipe the moisture

you contact

with an address where we could find a

There was only

eyebrow

communicate with

puppet master of Forbidden Island, had

his orders had been given ten minutes before,

well, but he