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

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 out of

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Mr. Mcdaniel is still in a come. How

on the

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

would believe you! If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful, I

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

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not think that Alexis was taking advantage of

contrary, as long as she could

The following noon arrived.

led

clothes, Charles was practicing

greeted him with a polite smile. I'm sorry

continued to examine his work and said casually, "Come and help me

a second before nodding.

the desk, picked up the watercolors, and

and Charles did not say

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

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

painting was highly

danced wildly across the paper, making it nearly impossible to

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

pondered briefly before responding tactfully, "Your style is quite

level of an abstract

hand paused mid-stroke as he stroked his beard.

you prefer the truth or a

this, Charles let out a dissatisfied grunt. He casually tossed aside the brush and walked around the desk

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his way to the

he began to order

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

clearly making

Maeve had no intention of demanding anything in

to save Gilbert's life, and she was

with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if painting a picture themselves. A dark

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

smiled lightly. "I picked