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.

of relief upon hearing his calculation. "As long as he's safe... But Elder Reginald, why do you still

face pale. "My close friend Master Newman...

Casey was stunned.

always spoke so elegantly and

"passed away" meant

tried to comfort Reginald in his tone. "Life and death are

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

see his close friend one

was filled with

what could

not worry," Reginald said, patting Casey's shoulder. "I will

quickly nodded. "Alright,

wanted to chant scriptures for his friend and didn't want anyone to disturb his

Sigh-

*

Hipps Residence, Sylvia was completely different from other collateral young ladies and lived

also Jasmine and

they were old, their

a courtyard as a laboratory for them, equipped

They were working on a new experiment that could significantly contribute to

eagerly studying the secret techniques

memory and memorized all the spells and

Newman's abilities,

desperately needed practical

Sylvia tried drawing a few

enhance the Hipps family's prosperity and

luck-enhancing arrays and then moved on to breaking arrays after mastering a few

most crucial part of an array was its

array eyes, larger and more

family was a century-old prestigious family. She had

for a map of the Hipps

do you need a map

is so big; what if I get lost? I

there's anything you don't understand or need help with, I can show you around," Clare laughed warmly. "This is your home; don't be shy about asking

of their family

would wake up smiling

he wanted to pamper her as

a fatherly

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

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

was too independent to give them that

Clare wanted to give her not just the house map but maps of

what Clare was thinking. She

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