Chapter 1347


    Maja stood outside the vi, and before she could utter a word, the wrought-iron gate behind her


    creaked open. She stepped through the entrance.


    The scenery was quaint, not the grandeur of an opulent estate, but cozy, simr to the kind of ce


    where you''d find a lovely old couple spending their golden years.


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    With a slow exhale, Maja used her key to unlock the living room door, finding a few housekeepers busy


    tidying up.


    Upon her arrival, they didn''t show much emotion, just nodded slightly, and continued their chores.


    Maja had been running around all day; she was both tired and famished.


    "Could you get some clothes ready for me? I''d like a bite to eat as well, I feel filthy," she asked the staff.


    "Ms. Pennyfeather, Phelps instructed us already. I''ll show you upstairs," one of the housekeepers


    replied.


    Phelps''s thoughtfulness impressed Maja, "Thank you, that would be great."


    After a soothing bath upstairs, Maja caught sight of the fading whip marks on her skin and frowned. Ian


    would be devastated if he saw them.


    But without that special kind of lotion to soak in, the marks wouldn''t heal as quickly as they used to.


    Her fingertips traced the scars, sometimes doubting if she and K really lived in the same world. How


    else could there be such miraculous lotion that, while intensifying pain, could heal wounds in just a few


    days?


    She shook off the thoughts, eager to meet Ian and share with him the route to K''s vi – a ce of


    great significance to BK, and the hub for core agents like 002 and 003.


    If only she could get in touch with Ian, she''d deliver this crucial piece of intel.


    She faintly remembered the way.


    Despite her bath, the fatigue clung to her, and her stomach was growling. After a meal downstairs, she


    curled up on the couch and drifted off to sleep.


    If she could just find Lillian, she could marry Ian with a peaceful heart.


    A smile spread across Maja''s face, her cheeks warm with bliss.


    Meanwhile, Ian had boarded the Olson family''s yacht.


    Abner, d in a crisp white suit, stood at the bow, his pale face contrasted by an undeniable fierceness


    in his eyes.


    "Mr. Raymond, long time no see. Not long ago you intercepted my shipment, and now here you are


    asking for my help. How the tables have turned," he remarked.


    Ian, in stark contrast, wore a ck suit as he stepped onto the yacht, joining Abner.


    Abner raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on his lips.


    "Mr. Raymond, you''ve lost weight."


    Ian returned the look, feeling the vessel pull away from the dock, and retorted, "Abner, in that white suit


    from afar, I mistook you for a pretty girl."


    Abner''s expression darkened immediately. Those who knew him were aware of his pet peeve – being


    told he looked feminine.


    With long hair for a man and an almost sickly paleplexion, Abner''s delicate features often led to


    misidentification. There was a story about a gangster who thought he was a woman, attempted to


    abduct him to be a bride, and ended up not even leaving a full skeleton behind.


    Abner was ruthless indeed, and his beauty wasparable to that of a stunning woman.


    Upon Ian''s remark, the others on the yacht recoiled in fear. These were Abner''s men, and none dared


    to gauge his reaction, lest they be dragged into the fray.


    Abner''s lips pursed into a thin line as he stared icily at Ian.