Female Novel
Chapter 1455
Maja grabbed his arm as he bent to pick up the fallen bills, insisting with a swift motion of her ownnovelbin
hand, "Let me."
Earlier today, as she strolled around the neighborhood, she uncovered a hard truth: the wages here
were pitiful. With a fortune of fifty million dollars, she could indeed strut around Outer Island like she
owned the place.
But money was the last thing she needed. Fifty million was nothing. The credit card Beck had given her
before she left probably had much more than that.
Add to that her company assets back in Greenfield, and the numbers were staggering.
Quentin, oblivious to her thoughts, attempted to continue unloading the car in silence.
It was then that Maja tapped his shoulder, "I'm thinking of acquiring Wade’s family's enterprise."
The box Quentin was holding dropped to the ground as he stared at her, half-believing she was out of
her mind.
Maja's gaze swept over the most opulent high rises in the vicinity, the workplaces of so-called elites of
Outer Island — the only places with a view beyond the enclosing walls, although their view was limited
to a stretch of ocean.
Bending down to pick up the dropped items, she headed inside.
"But I can't do it alone," she said. "I'm not yet familiar with the corporate acquisition process here. I
need a few days to observe."
Quentin's mind buzzed with heat. His gut told him Maja wasn't the type to joke.
As they brought the goods inside, a group of patch-clothed children clustered around, their eyes
sparkling with excitement.
"Quentin, what did you buy? Are we having meat tonight? It smells delicious."
"Wow, Quentin, you're amazing."
Quentin ruffled their hair with a smile, "You should be thanking this lady here."
The children's eyes turned to Maja, their faces a picture of cuteness.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Thank you, ma'am."
After dinner, Maja was shown to a small room.
Quentin was still tidying up as a light rain began to fall outside. Inside, water dripped, and he used an
old bucket to catch it while he braved the rain to cover the leaks.
The room was tiny and musty.
"I'm sorry, this is the only room left. It's usually for storage," he apologized as they heard the squeak of
a mouse.
Maja wasn't afraid of mice, but she blocked the holes in the floor anyway for peace of mind.
Quentin made the bed and brought out clean blankets.
"School starts tomorrow. I'll bring you the teaching materials later. We don't have many art classes,
which is why you'll have a private office at the school."
Maja nodded, sitting on the bed. The walls were thin, and she could hear the coughs from outside and
the children's laughter as they opened the presents she bought for them.
Now, in the quiet, she noticed Quentin's hands for the first time — calloused and rough, clearly the
hands of someone used to hard labor. His hand was also bleeding from a fresh cut.
Maja quickly fetched the first aid kit she had bought and began to disinfect and bandage his wound.
Quentin looked down at her with a long gaze before speaking.
"Maja, I don't know how to thank you. I'll do my best to support you at school."
She tossed the cotton swab into the trash, too tired to speak, and rubbed her eyes.
"Don’t worry about it," she responded. "It's a fair trade. Taking over your teacher’s position is also
convenient for me."
Just as Quentin was about to reply, a harsh cough echoed from outside.
He excused himself and hurried to check on the source of the sound.
Maja climbed into bed, still able to hear his calm, reassuring voice.
"Madam, how are you feeling now?"
From the moment she saw the Madam earlier that day, Maja knew the woman didn't have much time
left — she was merely holding on. Now that someone had taken over her role and would be able to
support Quentin and the children, she could finally let go.