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

thought quickly faded as her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and began to gulp it down. Halfway through, the door of the storage room suddenly flung

who it was, the chocolate was slapped

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got the nerve treat, Alexis's voice was dripping with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still

choked on

a hoarse voice, "I told you, I

you! If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful, I would've thrown you in jail

her

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

heaved a sigh of

did not think that Alexis was taking

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

The following noon arrived.

Chatterly residence, Maeve was led into the study on

traditional clothes, Charles was practicing painting

Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite

his work

a

walked to the side of the desk, picked up the watercolors, and

and Charles

ache, but she kept her expression calm and composed, maintaining a steady

at Charles's painting, and a trace of surprise

painting was highly

making it nearly impossible to

this

briefly before responding tactfully, "Your style is quite unique." "In what

on the level of an abstract master in the watercolor wash

his

the truth or a

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

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way to

to order

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

clearly making

had no intention of demanding anything

save Gilbert's life, and she was

and picked 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 flickered in

from a modest background. How did your parents manage to teach you the art

picked it