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Troy’s complexion shifted, his grip on his cane tightening. Wade might be a screw-up, but he was the
grandson Troy had doted on since he was a child. Maja was really making a scene, not giving anyone
an inch. The air was filled with Wade’s howls, but nobody dared say a word. Maja had already helped
Quentin to the infirmary, leaving behind the chaotic scene. The principal, pale as a ghost, hurried over
to the old man, “Troy, what is happening?” His mind was still buzzing, unable to believe the events that
had just unfolded. What if he had offended Maja? What was he going to do? Panic set in, his palms
sweaty. “Troy, Maja is quite the hothead. Today she nearly made a spectacle of Wade and then had the
audacity to show such bravado in front of you. Should we send her to Inner Island?” Troy’s eyes were
sharp beneath his furrowed brows. The principal’s suggestion was clear: he hoped the wealthy families
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇton Inner Island would put Maja in her place. With its affluent residents and the four big families, Inner
Island was a powerhouse. Yet even there, Maja’s worth was top-tier. After all, twenty million dollars
were just pocket money to her. How rich was she? Troy was fond of Wade, but he was no fool. He
could see through the principal’s ploy. With a look, he signaled his bodyguards, who promptly seized
the principal. The principal, in a panic, exclaimed, “Troy, what are you doing?” Troy waved his hand
dismissively, “Time for a change in leadership. Let’s see who Ms. Pennyfeather would prefer as
principal.” The principal’s face drained of color, his complexion ashen. Troy stepped forward, his voice
commanding, “Everybody disperse. The police will deal with Wade and the principal accordingly.”
Wade, who had been feigning injury on the ground, clung to Troy’s feet in fear at these words.
“Grandpa, don’t do this to me, please!” Tears and snot mingled as he wept, but the old man merely
kicked him away. “Get lost! How did I end up raising such a disappointment like you!” Wade and the
principal were swiftly taken away by the bodyguards. Troy, still gripping his cane, gave further
instructions, “Alva, you kneel right here until Ms. Pennyfeather has calmed down.” Alva’s legs buckled
in fear. If Wade could be treated so harshly, what was she in comparison? She fell to her knees,
trembling all over. After issuing his commands, Troy finally took a breath. Meanwhile, in the infirmary,
Quentin had been bandaged up, his complexion pale from blood loss. Maja asked, “What do you think
of Troy?” “He knows when to bend and when to stand tall.” Troy didn’t have to come to the scene
today. A man of his stature surely had connections to
Inner Island. The intricate web of wealthy family interests meant that the Brennan family would not fall
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtoo disgracefully. But still, the old man had come in person. Maja’s eyes narrowed, a slight smile
playing on her lips, “It seems he doesn’t want the Brennan family to collapse.” Quentin’s lashes
fluttered down, his tone soft, “And that remark you made…” The mention of a mere twenty million
dollars had given Troy pause. Maja looked at her hands, “Actually, I came here looking for someone. If
Troy is reliable, I might consider working with him.” Quentin didn’t know who she was seeking, but
Maja’s fortune astounded him. He felt the tattoo on the back of his neck burning. Maybe he could really
keep on living. That evening, they returned to the small courtyard to find the house transformed, with
workers busily renovating. The children gathered around the new double doors, their faces lit with joy.
“Quentin, Quentin, the door is so pretty.” “There’s so much new stuff in the house. We didn’t dare touch
anything without you here,” they said eagerly, tears of concern welling in their eyes. “Quentin, are you
hurt? Did someone bully you?” Quentin quickly soothed the bunch, then went inside to check on the
Madam. But the woman lay still in her bed, she was gone.