Chapter 423 Maeve’s Vengeful Return

Old Mr. Lenoir let out a deep sigh and then commanded Greg, “Gather everyone back.”

Greg turned around and headed back to the living room. “Please come inside, everyone.”

Twenty minutes later, the members of the Lenoir family arrived.

Tristan’s jaw dropped as he stared in shock at the woman before him; her face was so contorted it barely resembled a human. “What… What is this?”

“A monster!”

“She scared the life out of me!”

“Is that so?”

Maeve chuckled softly, wheeling her wheelchair and deliberately spinning it a couple of times in front of Tristan. “I remember when we were kids, you used to enjoy playing with me, cousin.”

Tristan was so shocked that he nearly fell to the ground.

“You… you’re Maeve?” he stammered.

“Yes,”

replied indifferently, stopping beside the sofa and

supposed to

widened in disbelief. “You… you’re alive?”

beloved cousin isn’t

faint smile. “Well,

seem too happy that I’m still

that all of the Lenoir wealth

my parents

and rolled her eyes contemptuously. “Maeve, considering the state of your throat, perhaps it’s wise to keep your words to

face might be terrifying, but

and I’m afraid you’ll lose the

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derisively.

“Aunt Wanda

you die, I won’t lose my speaking

deepened upon hearing the biting, cold

enough!” Old Mr.

resounding

it turns

wanted to see her in the first

Maeve sniggered coldly.

eyes.

beside Cherise, delicately applying a medicinal solution to the swollen red marks

“That’s enough.”

and handed the chip that Lennon had

Greg nodded.

enormous curved television screen in front of them lit up, displaying the earlier scene in the courtyard where Tristan had ruthlessly slapped Cherise

to stripping her

provide a solution to the problems the

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