Return of the Crowned Heiress

Archie lowered his head and let out a perfectly executed sigh, his face filled with guilt. “Talled at the map I lost it while I was unconscious”

the task Mr.

1. r. Russell entrusted me with. The box containing the

His explanation was logical and seamless.

Stanley nodded, patting Archie on the shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You did your best. Mr. Russell won’t blame you.”

“But….” Stanley’s tone suddenly shifted. “How do you know there was a map inside that box?”

Archie’s eyes flickered, but he kept his head bowed, revealing nothing on his face.

Damn it. He had slipped up!

Archie’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse to cover this oversight. However, before he could form a coherent response, Stanley moved past the topic. “Let’s go and see Mr. Russell.”

was pushed open, and

decorated in a minimalist style dominated by black and gray tones. The layout was simple yet exuded a sense of

medical team was present, monitoring Stephan’s condition and recording even the slightest

straight in and asked, “When will Mr. Russell wake

glasses and replied, “Soon, Once this cound of medication is administered, it should be no

“Alright”

of reliet, and for the first time, a genuine smile appeared on his face. “Thank you all

doctor replied, waving dismissively. The other team members also shook their heads. For this assignment, the compensation from the Russell family was astronomical, enough to fund their laboratory’s research for years. Eaming

what we needed to. Let’s go. When Mr. Russell wakes up, he’ll definitely

way Archie clenched his fists

most? This was

this opportunity to ensure that Stephan remained asleep forever, all his painstaking planning

years scheming–winning over Imogen, infiltrating the Russell family, and fathering a child with her to solidify their

couldn’t afford

I failed the mission he gave me, so this can be my way of