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

mind. But the thought quickly faded as her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and

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

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with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mcdaniel

on the

a hoarse voice, "I told you, I didn't hurt Mr. Mcdaniel. It wasn't

anyone would believe you! If it weren't for the fact that

her brows.

chance." Alexis' tone was

heaved a

think that Alexis was taking advantage

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

The following noon arrived.

led into

Charles was practicing painting

greeted him with a polite

answer her. He continued to examine his work and said

for a

of the desk, picked up the

hour passed, and Charles did

kept her expression calm and composed, maintaining a steady rhythm as she

at Charles's painting, and a

painting was

the paper, making it nearly impossible to tell

of this painting?" Charles straightened

tactfully, "Your style is

level of an abstract master in

paused mid-stroke as he stroked his beard. 'Is that a compliment or an

the truth

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

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to

to order Maeve

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

clearly making

had no intention of demanding anything in

for help to save Gilbert's life, and she

coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if painting a picture themselves. A dark glint flickered in Charles'

did your parents manage to teach you the art of

smiled lightly. "I picked