Chapter 997

The Sweeney family paid well, but the risks were high.

They came to work here for the money. But now, they just wanted to leave, desperately.

Being given to Master Wood meant death, and being kicked into the pool to drown also meant death.

They couldn't help but worry about their impending fate.

After a few more minutes, the maid in the pool finally sank to the bottom, lifeless.

"Anyone who dares to defy my orders will end up like her!" Tristan said coldly, staring at the trembling maids. "Now go serve Master Wood."

Master Wood looked as happy as if he had won the lottery.

He sat on a lounge chair, his large belly protruding, and began to undress. "Come on, beauties! Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." The scene was too much to bear.

It was so shocking that it almost made one's eyes pop out.

Tristan turned away in disgust. "Enjoy yourself, Master Wood. I have other matters to attend to."

Marcelo also stood up immediately. "Enjoy, Master Wood."

Master Wood's eyes were only on the beautiful maids; he didn't even glance at the brothers.

"Go on, go on!" he waved dismissively.

He smiled lewdly, his face greasy with fat.

"No! Don't come near me!"

"Master Wood, please, I'll do anything..."

Master Wood's disgusting laughter echoed in the air. "Hee-hee-"

At the Blood Medical Sect Manor.

In a very quiet courtyard, an elderly man with gray hair stood in the yard, calculating something with his fingers before letting out a heavy sigh.

Casey Gentry stood behind him, looking anxious. "Elder Reginald, how is Mr. Maskelyne's fate this time?"

Having failed to help Sylvia and returned to the Blood Medical Sect, Casey felt guilty. So upon returning, he immediately sought out the family's fortune-teller, Reginald Gentry, to divine Franklin's fate and see if he could overcome this crisis.

"His life is no longer in danger, young master. You need not worry," Reginald said, retracting his fingers, though his brows were still furrowed with concern.

long as he's safe... But

the dark sky, his face pale. "My close friend Master Newman...

Casey was stunned.

masters always spoke so elegantly and

"passed away" meant

clumsily tried to comfort Reginald in his tone. "Life and death are determined by fate. Since Master Newman's fate was such, you... you

fate that he couldn't avoid," Reginald shook his head. "I just wonder if he found the heir of the Sackcloth Sect... We who peer

how he hadn't been able to see his close friend one

was filled

could

You need not worry," Reginald said, patting Casey's shoulder. "I will be in seclusion for

quickly nodded. "Alright,

that Reginald probably wanted to chant scriptures for his friend and didn't want anyone to

Sigh-

*

and lived in the main

Jasmine and Giancarlo lived

old, their research had not

laboratory for them, equipped

to their lab. They were working on a new experiment that could significantly contribute to the country and humanity

room, eagerly studying the secret techniques passed down by

an excellent memory and memorized

acquired Master Newman's abilities, she wasn't yet proficient

needed

her room, Sylvia tried drawing a few simple fortune-gathering

enhance the Hipps family's prosperity

and then moved on to

crucial part of an array was

easily identifiable array eyes, larger and more complex arrays made

She had also learned some feng shui principles

Clare for a map

do you

is so big; what if I get lost? I

show you around," Clare laughed warmly. "This is your home; don't be shy about asking for anything you need." Since bringing Sylvia back, he felt like he was living in a dream every

an extraordinary niece being part of their family felt like

up smiling

pamper

have a fatherly smile

Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps were the same way, as were Jasmine and

they could do everything for Sylvia-dress her, feed her-if only she would let

too independent to

she finally had a request, Clare wanted to give her not just

Clare was thinking. She took the map and returned

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