Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The prized Jellyfish Seal was the key to becoming the head honcho of BK.

The ten elders had been scouring the earth for this seal, but who'd have thought? Quentin, the sly fox, managed to snag it.

The seal was smooth to the touch, with its unique engraving - it was the true Jellyfish Seal.

After vanishing for years, the Jellyfish Seal was back in play.

The man grabbed it, voice dripping with sarcasm, “If he wants to be punished, let him have it.”

Back in the day, he saw potential in the kid, took a chance on him. Otherwise, Quentin would've been just another statistic among

the orphans scrapping for survival.

Quentin had been a good soldier over the years, running Forbidden Island like clockwork, cold and ruthless despite his youth - he

was the protégé he was most proud of.

But this protégé nearly blew Forbidden Island to kingdom come. Now the place was still ticking with explosives, and no one knew if

the island would still be there csunrise.

And that island was prreal estate for certain power players. If they cafter Quentin for it, his life wouldn't be worth a nickel.

Besides, Quentin had crossed a line with BK - that was a cardinal sin.

“But sir, if he keeps taking this kind of heat, he might not make it.”

“That's his choice. I've got plenty of other pawns in play; he's not irreplaceable.”

Talk about cold. You'd think after raising someone, even a dog, for so long, there'd be sattachment.

Quentin, it was like he was talking about a

and headed to notify the torture

kicked off, lasting a

it, Quentin was a mess, not an inch of his

he dragged himself towards the door, only making it

pain.

so intense he couldn't even

felt something familiar in his hand, shaped like

that day. He'd regretted it

about the Jellyfish Seal's location, reveal his true identity,

up his own demise - albeit a fiery one - but at

her mind, Quentin was still the kid trying to buck fate, not the mastermind

the last slice

he clutched the stone shaped like candy, he

wasn't candy, just

hard, the taste of earth on

hint of sweetness from

It was worth it.

pure Quentin live

found him

“He's gone.”

drag him out. And tell the boss, it's tto pick a new heir

death was a mere

for news from lan,

Quentin's ashes back

at the sea, thinking

- what

was breaking as she boarded a ship, seeking answers from

“Any word yet?”

grave, heads shaking