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

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

who it was, the chocolate was slapped out of her

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

on

and retorted in a hoarse voice, "I told you, I didn't

you! If it weren't for the fact that

furrowed her brows.

his last chance." Alexis' tone was

a sigh

think that Alexis was taking advantage

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

The following noon arrived.

Maeve was led into the

Charles was practicing painting at his

greeted him with a polite smile. I'm sorry to

examine his work and said casually, "Come and help me prepare the

hesitated for a

to the side of the desk,

and Charles did not

began to ache, but she kept her expression calm and

painting, and a trace of surprise flashed across her

was highly

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

of this painting?"

"Your style is

the level of an abstract master in the watercolor wash painting

his

prefer the truth or a

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

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to the coffee

he began to

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

clearly making things difficult

Maeve had no intention of demanding anything in

to ask for help to save Gilbert's life, and she was prepared to

She then began preparing the coffee with graceful and practiced motions.

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

"I picked it up on