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,”

stopping beside the sofa and glancing at Cherise’s

supposed to

in disbelief. “You…

My beloved cousin isn’t happy

with a faint smile. “Well, I can

too happy that I’m still alive,”

the Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively to

brother, nor my parents can compete

to her and rolled her eyes contemptuously. “Maeve, considering the state of your throat,

terrifying, but at least

babbling, and I’m afraid you’ll lose the ability to speak in the

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derisively.

Wanda worries too

die, I

upon hearing the

enough!” Old Mr. Lenoir

a resounding thud. “We haven’t seen

meet, it turns into an argument! Every

wanted

Maeve sniggered coldly.

rolled her eyes.

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

“That’s enough.”

chip that Lennon had given him via Greg. “Play

Greg nodded.

the earlier scene in the courtyard where Tristan had ruthlessly slapped

came close to stripping

to the

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