Return of the Crowned Heiress

The assistant holding the infrared thermometer hesitated for a moment. Was there really a need to snatch up such a simple task that could be completed in a second?

Politely declining, the assistant said, “It’s fine. It’ll only take a moment.”

But Archie forcibly took the thermometer from the assistant’s hand. Though he was talding, his forceful actions made it feel more like he was snatching it.

“I’ll do it”

The assistant was speechless, rubbing his wrist, which got hurt in the process. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Fine, suit yourself.”

Archie ignored the reaction of the others in the room. From as far back as he could remember, he had been surrounded by cold stares and disdain. He had long since stopped caring about others‘ opinions.

As long as he could achieve his goals, he was willing to pay any price.

For this reason, he had carefully cultivated an image of loyalty, even if it meant being treated like a dog. He didn’t care.

Clutching the thermometer tightly, he walked step by step toward Stephan. Positioning his body to block the view of others in the room, he swiftly pulled the syringe from his pocket, removed the cap, and injected the contents into Stephan’s IV drip.

toxin was seamlessly mixed with the IV solution. In less than 30 minutes, Stephan

visible wounds or signs of foul play. The blame would fall entirely

completing the deed, Archie calmly capped the syringe and hid it back in his pocket. Then, holding up the thermometer, he turned to the assistant and reported, “Done. It’s 97.8 degrees.

jotted the temperature down in the record book without

breath of relief. Finding an excuse,

his pocket needed to be disposed of immediately to avoid implicating himself when Stephan’s condition was

left, Stanley entered the room. Standing respectfully by the

the bed, who had been in a supposed coma, opened his eyes. They were sharp and clear, devoid of any

needle from his hand. His low, lazy chuckle carried a dangerous

his expression complicated. “Mr. Russell, I never would’ve imagined that the first person your

a part of the Russell family?” Stephan sneered, ripping off the adhesive tape and tossing the IV needle

and had paid closer attention, he might have noticed that the

Russell, so this means Archie never actually died back then! It’s no wonder our people searched for so

box with the map… How did it end up with Dexter? If Archie faked his death, who helped him cover

amused glance and asked, “What do