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

her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of

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

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you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still

choked on the

retorted in a hoarse voice, "I told

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

furrowed her

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

heaved a sigh

think that Alexis was

she could help Gilbert, she'd be more

The following noon arrived.

residence, Maeve was led into the study

traditional clothes, Charles was practicing

afternoon, Mr. Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite smile. I'm sorry

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

a second

walked to the side of the desk, picked up

hour passed, and Charles did not say

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

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

was

it nearly impossible to tell what it was

what do you think of this painting?" Charles straightened up

"Your

on the level of an abstract

stroked his beard. 'Is that a

prefer the

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

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Chapter 197

to the

began to order

Charles said leisurely. "Let it steep for exactly

was clearly making things difficult

no intention of demanding

for help to save Gilbert's life,

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

modest background. How did your parents manage to teach

smiled lightly. "I picked it up