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.

IV solution. In less than 30 minutes, Stephan would

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

jotted the temperature down in the record book without

let out a deep breath of relief. Finding an excuse, he quickly

to be disposed of immediately to avoid implicating

Stanley entered the room. Standing respectfully by the bed, stanley bent over and said, “Mr.

on the bed, who had been in a supposed coma, opened his eyes. They were sharp and

hand. His low, lazy chuckle carried a dangerous undertone,

would’ve imagined that the first person your comatose act would lure out was Archie!

said he’s a part of the Russell family?” Stephan sneered, ripping off the adhesive tape and tossing

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

Archie never actually died back then! It’s no wonder our people searched

“But the box with the map… How did it end up with Dexter? If Archie faked his

glance and asked, “What do you take me