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

faded as her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and began to gulp it

the bright light. Before she could see who it was, the chocolate was slapped out of

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you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still in a come. How do you even

choked on

hoarse voice,

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

furrowed her brows.

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

a sigh of

think that Alexis was taking advantage

the contrary, as long as she could help Gilbert, she'd be

The following noon arrived.

Maeve was led into the

Charles was practicing painting

afternoon, Mr. Chatterly Maeve greeted him with

her. He continued to examine his work and said casually, "Come and help me prepare the

hesitated for a second before nodding.

the desk, picked

an hour passed, and Charles did

wrist began to ache, but she kept her expression calm and composed, maintaining a steady rhythm

painting, and a trace of surprise flashed across

was highly

paper, making it nearly impossible to tell

what do you think of this

"Your

the level of an abstract master in the

paused mid-stroke as he stroked his beard.

you prefer the truth

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

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way to the

he began to order Maeve

"Let it

making things

Maeve had no intention of demanding anything

Gilbert's life, and she

the table. She then began preparing the coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if painting

from a modest background. How did your parents

picked