NovelEnglishMaja couldn’t help but chuckle. In this situation, anyone else would be quick to distance themselves from her But Quentin, with
his tattoo, was untouchable for now, especially with the tests just two months away. Before he was taken away to that place, he
was someone to be protected at all costs. “You’re being ridiculous. Go get that wound looked at,” she said, shaking her head. But
he was stubborn, a rare sight. His lips twitched. “I’m not going.” Those three words tugged at Maja’s heartstrings. She reached
out and tousled his hair, a fondness in her touch as if he were her little brother. That’s when the principal decided to chime in.
“Mr. Quentin, your injury is severe. You need to get it treated. Maja isn’t going anywhere today, and you’re the first in five years to
be graced with a tattoo. Do you really want to throw away all your hard work because of a stranger?” Quentin had been an
orphan since childhood, clawing his way through life with sheer determination. Was he now going to let a stranger ruin his
He felt like a fattened lamb in a pen, just waiting for the slaughter, to be devoured until not even bones remained. And the
principal was still peddling this so-called honor as a bait. He couldn’t help but look up at the other students around him. Envy
lurked in their eyes. Everyone idolized the tattoo, striving and competing for the front ranks, all for this mark. But who knew that
for over a century, everything they knew about tattoos was a colossal lie? A tattoo wasn’t glory; it was an unpredictable fate. Yet,
Quentin couldn’t openly speak the truth. Even if he did, no one would believe him. They were too brainwashed, likely to think he
had lost his mind, babbling nonsense. He would end up in a mental institution, which weren’t exactly scarce around here. So he
stayed silent, gripping Maja’s arm as if she were his lifeline. Finally losing patience, the principal waved
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over four burly guards. “Separate Maja and Mr. Quentin. Then break Maja’s legs and send her to the Brennans.” The guards
collapsing after a single step. The principal grew anxious. “Get him to the nurse’s office now! Are we just going to watch him die?
Hurry!” “I’m not leaving her. Unless you promise not to hurt her,” Quentin managed to say. He could only use the very thing he
loathed to bargain for Maja’s safety? But the next second, a cruel sneer spread across the principal’s face, “Do it!” As Quentin
was pinned to the ground by the guards, Maja spoke up. “Principal, are you looking to please the Brennans or make enemies of
them?” “What do you mean?” “The Brennan Group’s leadership has shifted to me. If I dump my shares, the whole Brennan clan
goes down. You want to hand me over to the Brennans without considering that they’re out hunting for me, maybe even planning
to pledge loyalty to me?” The principal laughed, and so did others in the room. “Maja, before we send you off to the Brennans,
maybe a trip to the psych ward is in order. Seems you’ve infected Quentin as well, now his mind’s all twisted too.” Laughter
echoed around them, especially from a few conspicuous teachers. Maja’s lips curled slightly, and a coldness settled in her gaze.
As the guards moved to continue, an aged voice called from the crowd, “Halt!” Everyone turned to see a group of thirty or so
people from the Brennan clan approaching. Leading them was Troy Brennan, with Wade in tow, clearly brought against his will,
bound in ropes. Troy’s gaze swept across the scene, finally settling on Maja. He took a deep breath, leaning on his cane, “Ms.
Pennyfeather, my grandson Wade has wronged you. I’ve brought him to you now, and I ask that you show mercy.”.
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