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.

the way he treated Quentin, it was like

up and headed to notify the

torture kicked off, lasting a grueling

mess,

towards the door, only making it a few yards

pain.

was so intense he

he felt something familiar in his hand, shaped like the

hadn't eaten it that

to Maja about the Jellyfish Seal's location, reveal his true

up his own demise - albeit a

was still the kid trying

clean Quentin, the last slice of paradise he had

candy, he mustered all his

it wasn't candy, just a

earth on his tongue as

hint of sweetness from it

It was worth it.

the pure Quentin live

chamber staff found him on the floor, checked

“He's gone.”

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

Quentin's death was a

waiting for news

suddenly remembered leaving Quentin's

brow furrowed as she stared at the sea, thinking

were rough - what had

was breaking as she boarded a ship, seeking answers from the

“Any word yet?”

faces were grave, heads