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.

breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his calculation. "As long as he's safe... But Elder Reginald, why do you still look troubled?

his face pale.

Casey was stunned.

masters always spoke so

"passed away" meant he

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

shook his head. "I just wonder if he found the heir of the Sackcloth Sect... We who peer into the secrets of

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

was

could

should go back. Mr. Maskelyne's life is no longer in danger. You need not worry," Reginald said, patting Casey's shoulder. "I will be in seclusion for seven days. Tell them not to

quickly nodded. "Alright,

chant scriptures for his friend and didn't want

Sigh-

*

collateral young ladies and lived

Jasmine and Giancarlo

their research had not

up a courtyard as a laboratory for them, equipped

on a new experiment that could significantly contribute to the country and humanity

in her room, eagerly studying the secret techniques

memorized all

she had acquired Master Newman's abilities, she wasn't

desperately needed practical

room, Sylvia tried drawing a few simple

the Hipps family's prosperity and bring

luck-enhancing arrays and then moved on

crucial part of an array

arrays had easily identifiable array eyes, larger and more complex arrays

century-old prestigious family. She had also learned some

for a map of the Hipps

"What do you need a

big; what if I get lost? I just want to familiarize myself

laughed warmly. "This is your home; don't be shy about asking for anything you need." Since

part of their family felt like

up smiling

he wanted to pamper her as much

always to have a fatherly smile whenever he looked

him; Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps were the

Sylvia-dress her, feed her-if only she would let

independent to give them

to give her not just the house map but maps of the entire

Clare was thinking. She took the map and

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