Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1767

Maja finally succumbed to pouring a glass of water, considering Patric's hands were bound behind his back, rendering him incapable of holding the cup himself.

She pressed the rim of the glass to his lips, feeding him personally. This seemed to make him somewhat uncomfortable as he turned his head away, "Get a man to do this."

Undeterred, Maja forced the glass between his lips, and water gurgled down his throat until Patric was coughing violently, nearly hacking up a tear.

After he'd gulped down more than half the glass, Maja set it aside and asked with a nonchalant tone, "Still thirsty?"

Patric continued to cough, his lips pressed into a cold, thin line. Seeing that he remained silent, Maja returned to her seat.

She had already laid out her theories, having been an outsider to the inner circle's situation, which allowed her to analyze everything objectively.

However, Fitch and the others had known Bernard since childhood, and Ian had practically been raised under Bernard's watchful eye. It was hard for them to suspect someone so close.

But Maja chose that moment to drop a bombshell, "Isn't Phelps a living example? You've known him for years, yet what was the truth?"

Fitch cast his gaze downward, hiding the turmoil in his eyes.

"I'll cooperate. What's the plan from here?"

"Number 8 and this girl," Maja gestured toward the girl who had been using Dylan's shoulder as a pillow, her name still unknown to them.

"Both of them are remarkably skilled. Among the best in the world. After I hand over Ian and Patric tomorrow, they'll follow surreptitiously. If Bernard makes a move, they'll know. They can relay information back to us."

"Also, Fitch, leak the news about Queena's swap. Implicate Bernard's rivals, make them suspect him. It'll keep him busy in the public eye, which give us a better opportunity to make our move."