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,”

The woman replied indifferently, stopping beside the sofa and glancing at Cherise’s pale face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Tristan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re alive?” he gasped.

isn’t happy that

smile. “Well, I can

that I’m still alive,” Maeve said icily.

Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively

I, my brother, nor my parents can

considering the state of your throat, perhaps it’s wise to keep your words to

might be terrifying, but at

ability

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derisively.

“Aunt Wanda worries

you die, I won’t lose my

deepened upon hearing the biting, cold sarcasm.

Old Mr. Lenoir

ground with a resounding thud. “We haven’t seen

every time we meet, it turns into an argument!

know I never wanted to see her in

Maeve sniggered coldly.

her eyes.

beside Cherise, delicately applying a medicinal

“That’s enough.”

chip that Lennon had given him via Greg. “Play this,” he ordered.

Greg nodded.

displaying the earlier scene in the

even came close to stripping her dress off

the problems the Shaw Group was currently

pale as the recorded footage played,

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