Female Novel
Chapter 1471
After scrubbing his hands clean multiple times, ensuring not a trace of grime remained, he finally
stopped and looked up at his reflection in the mirror.
The face staring back at him still held the visage of youth, yet there was a harshness and cunning in his
eyes that belied his tender years.
The sound of Maja's voice drifted in from the living room, prompting him to hurry out.
The doctor had just finished stitching up Maja's wound. The power was still out, leaving a single candle
burning on the coffee table as the sole source of light.novelbin
Packing up his medical bag, the doctor cast a final, knowing glance at Quentin before departing.
Quentin sat on the couch, his peripheral vision locked on Maja.
Lately, Maja had been worried sick about Ian, and tonight's injury had only added to her stress. She
was slumped over on the central sofa, dozing in and out of consciousness.
The dim candlelight was insufficient, but Quentin could tell she was likely feverish, probably in shock
from the accident.
Her heavy breathing was the only sound filling the living room.
He reached for a syringe from the side table, grabbed her wrist, and was about to inject her when a
burst of gunfire erupted outside, shattering the silence like a sonic boom.
Maja's eyes snapped open in an instant.
The syringe in Quentin's hand rolled onto the floor, and with a swift kick, he sent it skittering under the
couch.
"Maja, you seem to be running a fever," he said with feigned concern.
She got up, pushing him towards the adjacent room.
"You and Patric hide in here. I'll go check things out. Don't you two come out until I come back for you."
Quentin caught her hand, a shadow of malice briefly crossing his brow.
He had no idea what was happening outside. This wasn't part of his plan.
"Maja, Forbidden Island is a no-gun zone. It's dangerous out there."
She placed her hand over his, patting it reassuringly. "It's okay. I'll just take a quick look and be right
back. Stay hidden."
Quentin said nothing more, reluctantly letting go.
Maja, fighting against her weakened state, left without looking back.
As soon as she was out of sight, Quentin made a call to check on the situation at Middle Island.
"Mr. Gellar, it seems like folks from Inner Island have made their way to Middle Island tonight, and
they've busted through the checkpoints."
Quentin gripped his phone tightly, his expression turning grim.
"Find out who's behind this mess."
"Will do."
After hanging up, he glanced at the back of his hand.
There was a fresh smudge of blood—most likely Maja's.
He rubbed at it vigorously, but the stain was already drying and wouldn't come off easily.
On Forbidden Island, guns were restricted to the elite few, and it seemed that tonight, nearly all the
higher-ups on Middle Island had been stirred into action.
What in the world had happened?
Her brow furrowed as she contemplated investigating further, but then the sound of crashing vehicles
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The distance was too great to discern his height, but the man caught in the vehicle's headlights was
clear to see. That silhouette—it looked so much like Ian.
Maja's body tensed, and she almost stepped outside without thinking.
The light was blinding, and Maja could hardly see anything beyond a fleeting shadow, but that fleeting
glimpse was eerily reminiscent of Ian.