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.

was seamlessly mixed with the IV solution. In less

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 and reported,

assistant nodded and jotted the temperature down in

a deep breath of relief. Finding an excuse,

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

entered the room. Standing

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

removed the IV needle from his hand. His low, lazy

that the first

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

Archie hadn’t been so nervous and had paid closer attention, he might have noticed that the IV needle wasn’t even inserted into Stephan’s hand. It was all

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

map… How did it end up with Dexter? If Archie faked his death, who helped him cover it up? Who kept him hidden for so long

and asked, “What do you take me