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.

a

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

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

who it was, the chocolate

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to you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still in a come. How do you even get an appetite

on the

retorted in a hoarse voice, "I told

anyone would believe you! If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful,

her

Alexis' tone was cold. "You saved Mr. Chatterly before, and they owe you a favor. If you

heaved a sigh of

Alexis

as long as she could help Gilbert, she'd

The following noon arrived.

was led into the study on the fifth

was practicing

afternoon, Mr. Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite smile.

did not answer her. He continued to examine his work and

for a second before nodding.

walked to the side of the desk,

hour passed, and Charles did not say

kept her expression calm and composed, maintaining a steady rhythm as she prepared

Charles's painting, and

was

the paper, making it nearly impossible to

think of this painting?" Charles straightened up and asked

before responding tactfully, "Your

an abstract master in

mid-stroke as he stroked his beard. 'Is

the truth or a

let out a dissatisfied grunt. He casually tossed aside the brush

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to

began to

said leisurely. "Let it steep

was clearly making things

no intention of demanding anything

life, and she was prepared to be

up the ingredients on the table. She then began preparing the coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as

How did your parents manage to teach

"I picked it up