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.

his calculation. "As long as he's safe... But Elder Reginald, why do you still look troubled? Did

his face pale. "My close friend Master Newman... has passed

Casey was stunned.

masters always spoke

"passed away" meant he had

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

head. "I just wonder if he found the heir of the Sackcloth Sect...

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

heart was

could regret

is no longer in danger. You need not worry," Reginald said, patting Casey's shoulder. "I

nodded. "Alright,

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

Sigh-

*

other collateral young ladies and lived in the main house with Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr.

but also Jasmine and Giancarlo lived there as

their research had not

had set up a courtyard as a laboratory for them, equipped with almost all the latest instruments and

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

the

memorized all the

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

needed practical

drawing a few

enhance the Hipps family's prosperity and bring

practiced some luck-enhancing arrays and then moved on

crucial part of an array

easily identifiable array eyes, larger and more

She

Clare for a

do you need a map

so big; what if I get

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

an extraordinary niece being part of their family felt like a

up smiling from

pamper her as

led him always to have a fatherly smile whenever

and Old Mr. Hipps were the same

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

too independent

a request, Clare wanted to give her not just the house map but maps of the entire world if she needed

She took the map

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