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

of torture kicked off,

mess, not an inch

door, only making it a few yards before collapsing,

pain.

so intense he couldn't even

he thought he felt something familiar in his hand,

eaten it that day. He'd regretted

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

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

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

clean Quentin, the last slice of paradise

candy, he mustered all his might to pop

candy,

hard, the taste of earth on his tongue as

eyes, drawing a hint of sweetness from it -

It was worth it.

pure Quentin live on in

him on

“He's gone.”

the boss, it's

if Quentin's death was a mere

news from lan, felt

remembered leaving Quentin's ashes back on

the sea, thinking of lan

were rough - what had becof

she boarded a ship, seeking

“Any word yet?”

were grave, heads