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.

as he's safe... But Elder Reginald, why do you still look troubled? Did you foresee something

sky, his face pale. "My close

Casey was stunned.

always spoke

away" meant he had

"Life and death are determined by fate. Since Master Newman's fate

his 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

was filled with

what could

it, young master. You 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

nodded. "Alright,

to chant scriptures for his friend and

Sigh-

*

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

also Jasmine and Giancarlo

they were old, their research had not

Hipps family had set up a courtyard as a laboratory for them,

were working on a new experiment that could significantly contribute to the country

studying the secret techniques

an excellent memory and memorized all the spells

she had acquired Master Newman's abilities, she

desperately needed

tried drawing a few

could enhance the Hipps family's prosperity

then moved on to breaking

of an array was its array

larger and more complex arrays

prestigious family. She had also

she asked Clare for a map of the

was curious. "What do you need

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

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 felt

would wake up smiling from

wanted to pamper

to have a fatherly smile whenever he looked at

him; Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps

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

Sylvia was too independent to give them that

give her not just the house map but maps

no idea what Clare was thinking. She took the map and returned to her

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