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

signs of foul play. The

Then, holding up the thermometer, he turned to the assistant and reported, “Done. It’s

assistant nodded and jotted the temperature down in the record

of relief. Finding an excuse, he quickly

of immediately to avoid implicating himself when Stephan’s condition

he left, Stanley entered the room. Standing respectfully by the bed, stanley bent over and said,

been in a supposed coma, opened his eyes. They were

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

I never would’ve imagined that the first person your comatose act would lure out was Archie! And he’s considered a part

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

noticed that the IV needle wasn’t even inserted into Stephan’s hand. It was all

back then! It’s no wonder our people searched for so long

with Dexter? If Archie faked his death, who helped him cover it up? Who kept him hidden

glance and asked, “What do