The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 197

Unfortunately, those who needed his medical expertise dared not challenge him. They could only butter him up.

But clearly. Byron was not the type to go soft.

"Find out who he has offended recently, stir the pot, and force him back to the country. Byron smirked coldly. "Those guys in the Secret Sect have been idle long enough. It's time they got little exercise." Archer could not help breaking into a cold sweat.

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After so many years, Byron was finally unleashing those madmen.

He hoped that Jaylen had some thick skin and could take a hit.

The storage room on the third floor of the Mcdaniel residence was dim. Only a faint light shone through a window.

Maeve had been locked in here for three days. At first, someone would bring her water and food. But suddenly, that stopped last night.

The room was chilly at night, and nothing in the storage room could keep her warm. Maeve curled herself up as tightly as possible, trying to conserve some body heat. However, it was futile.

After a full day with no food, her blood sugar had plummeted, and her stomach issues were flaring up. Her head spun. her breathing grew shallow.

She could even feel a dull ache throbbing in her lower abdomen.

Maeve bit her lip. If this went on, she might lose her baby, even if her body could take it.

"Knock, knock."

Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door.

Maeve looked up and saw pieces of chocolate being slipped in under the door..

They piled up in a small heap.

Surprise flashed across her eyes. She wondered who it could be

Maeve forced herself up and walked to the door. She then tapped on the door. "Thank you."

"Hehe. Came a little giggle from outside.

Maeve thought the voice sounded familiar. It must be that silly little girl.

So it was her.

She wondered how the girl knew she was being held here.

and

But the thought quickly faded as her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate

light. Before she could see who it was, the chocolate

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the nerve treat, Alexis's voice was dripping with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still in

choked on the half-swallowed

hoarse voice, "I

it weren't for the fact that you're still useful, I would've

furrowed her brows.

chance." Alexis' tone was cold. "You saved Mr.

heaved a

Alexis was

as she could help Gilbert, she'd be

The following noon arrived.

Chatterly residence, Maeve was led into the study on the

traditional clothes, Charles was practicing painting at his

with a polite smile. I'm

He continued to examine his work and said casually, "Come and

hesitated for a

the desk, picked up the watercolors,

Charles did not say

to ache, but she kept her expression calm and composed, maintaining

stole a glance at Charles's painting, and a trace of surprise flashed across her

was highly

making it nearly impossible to tell what it was supposed to

think of this painting?" Charles straightened

responding tactfully, "Your style is quite

an abstract master in the watercolor wash painting

mid-stroke as he stroked his beard. 'Is that a compliment or

you prefer the truth or

grunt. He casually tossed aside the brush and

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to the coffee

to order Maeve

pot of coffee," Charles said leisurely. "Let it steep for

clearly making

no intention of demanding anything in

help to save Gilbert's life, and she was prepared to be as humble

the coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if painting a picture themselves. A dark glint flickered

a modest background. How did your parents manage to teach you the

picked it