NovelAppHe just couldn't accept it.
His gaze shifted from lan to Maja.
A few seconds later, he let out a mocking laugh.
"If | didn’t remove the few needles in her, she'll be a vegetable for life. It would be the case unless you can find someone from the
research lab, but they're all devils in there. Do you think they'd want to help you?"
Without responding, lan just carried Maja and led the way.
Patric, held down by two men, suddenly yelled out.
"lan!"
lan paused, wondering what this guy had left to say.
But Patric just hung his head and muttered under his breath.
"Why."
"Why do you get all the breaks?"
lan's brows furrowed; he had no clue what the guy was on about.
"Keep a grip on him and keep up with me."
"Got it."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe group hurried towards Oliver's location.
However, as they were getting into the car, lan caught sight of another young man standing by the flames.
It was Quentin, the enigmatic elder.
The word lan had written on the table with his tea was 'Collaborate’.
He wasn't sure whether Quentin would agree, but, luckily for him, it seemed like Quentin was turning a blind eye to everything
happening on Inner Island.
lan was no fool; he always felt that Quentin's apparent help was actually intended for someone else.
But for whom?
He didn't know, yet it was his side that reaped the benefits.
He held Maja close and watched as Quentin emerged step by step from the glow of the fire.
Tonight, Patric's plan had nearly worked, but Quentin was the true master of Forbidden Island.
Patric, with all his calculations, had failed to see that most of the people on Inner Island were Quentin's informants, even members
of the major families.
Otherwise, how could Quentin rule Forbidden Island, and how cthese people would be so obedient?
If Quentin chose to investigate something, he would certainly uncover it.
Once knowing about Patric's bomb, it wasn't hard to guess his intent - he wanted a mass burial.
Tonight, Quentin had turned the tables; after a clash with the Bradshaw family, he'd slipped away.
The Bradshaw family's bomb hadn't touched him, nor had it touched lan, who had left even earlier.
Now Quentin stood before lan, but his gaze was on Maja.
Was this the man behind the mask the one who had tipped her off?
Now in lan's arms, she felt a sense of security, but the surrounding flames still made her uncomfortable; the air was thick with the
smell of gunpowder.
lan was the first to break the silence.
"Forbidden Island is done for. Aren't you coming with us?"
Quentin stood still, raising his hand to touch the mask on his face.
His mind felt foggy, or how che could have let lan turn Inner Island into this disaster?
lan was a real strategist, who had roped in Patric as well, while earning Oliver's trust.
But leaving Forbidden Island wasn't going to be easy.
"lan, K's people have laid a trap outside."
"I know. I've got my own people waiting to backup. I'm asking you again, do you want out?"
Quentin remained still. At this moment, he began to see why Maja might fall for a man like this.
There was something pure and untainted in both their souls.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFootsteps approached from behind Quentin, and someone knelt down.
"Elder, the Boss wants to see you."
The state of Forbidden Island would surely alarm his stepfather.
Knowing he had disappointed him, he had no idea what awaited him.
"No thanks, take care."
He turned and walked away without hesitation in the opposite direction.
Without saying anything more, lan just got into the car with Maja in his arms.
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