Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1524

In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with some strangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and become so obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

Philip looked up at him.

He had avoided a direct confrontation with Quentin because of this man.

The man's name was Summer, and he was connected to the research facility.

Within the BK organization, he and Summer were the only two with ties to that mysterious place.

Summer owned Forbidden Island, and for years he had been supplying the research facility with subjects for their experiments, holding a place of influence within their ranks.

Since both of them were entangled with the research facility, there was no need for open hostility.

Who would have thought that Quentin would be the first to break the truce?

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

Philip asked, his face a picture of calm.

"He endured a full day of torture, died, and his body was dumped outside. Whether the bombs destroyed him or not, that's all down to luck," Summer said, unfazed by the fate of the young man he had watched grow up.

Philip raised an eyebrow in understanding, chuckling softly.