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

weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and began to gulp it down. Halfway

she could see who it was, the chocolate was slapped

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voice was dripping with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still in a come. How do

on

and retorted in a hoarse voice, "I told you, I didn't hurt Mr. Mcdaniel. It wasn't

believe you! If it weren't for the

her brows.

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

a sigh

Alexis was taking advantage

as she could help Gilbert, she'd be more than

The following noon arrived.

was led into the study on the

was practicing

afternoon, Mr. Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite

not answer her. He continued to examine his work and said casually,

hesitated for a second before nodding.

side of the desk, picked up the watercolors, and got

an hour passed, and Charles did

expression calm and composed, maintaining

and a trace of surprise flashed

was

wildly across the paper, making it nearly impossible to tell

think of this painting?" Charles

tactfully, "Your style is quite unique." "In what

on the level of an abstract

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

you prefer the

out a dissatisfied grunt. He casually tossed aside the brush and walked around the desk

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to

to

Come make me a pot of coffee," Charles said leisurely. "Let it steep for exactly six minutes, no more, no

making

no intention of demanding anything in

ask for help to save Gilbert's life, and she was prepared to be

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

from a modest background. How did your parents manage

lightly. "I picked it up