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

came, there would be no visible wounds or signs of foul play. The blame would fall entirely on

Then, holding up the thermometer, he turned to the assistant

nodded and jotted the temperature down in

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

needed to be disposed of immediately to avoid implicating himself

didn’t notice that as soon as he left, Stanley entered the room. Standing respectfully by the bed,

who had been in a supposed coma, opened

needle from his hand. His low, lazy chuckle carried a dangerous undertone, enough to send chills down anyone’s

the first person your comatose act would lure

of the Russell family?” Stephan sneered, ripping off the adhesive tape and tossing the

hadn’t been so nervous and had paid closer attention, he might have noticed that the IV needle wasn’t even

wonder our people searched for so long

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

asked, “What do you take me