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

She unwrapped a piece of chocolate

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

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voice was dripping with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr.

choked on the

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

the fact that you're still useful, I would've

her brows.

critical condition. Byron said that miracle doctor from the Chatterly family may be his last chance." Alexis' tone was cold. "You saved Mr. Chatterly before, and they owe you a favor. If you ask for help, they will definitely help

heaved a

Alexis was taking advantage of

long as she could help

The following noon arrived.

the Chatterly residence, Maeve was led into the study on the fifth

clothes, Charles was practicing painting at

Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite

answer her. He continued to examine his work and

for a second

the desk, picked

and Charles did not say

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

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

was highly

danced wildly across the paper, making it nearly impossible to tell what

what do you think of this painting?"

"Your style

an

he stroked his beard. 'Is that a compliment or an

the truth or

this, Charles let out a dissatisfied grunt. He casually

09:07

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way to the

to

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

making

no intention of demanding

save Gilbert's life, and she

up the ingredients on the table. She then began preparing the coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if painting a picture themselves. A dark glint

modest background. How did your parents

picked