Marrying the Man in the Dark

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.

My beloved cousin isn’t happy that I’m

smile. “Well, I

that I’m

to think that all of the Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively

my brother, nor my parents

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

might be terrifying, but at least your voice still

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

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derisively.

scoffed, “Aunt Wanda

if you die, I won’t lose my speaking

deepened upon hearing the biting,

enough!” Old Mr.

a resounding thud. “We

meet, it turns into an

know I never wanted to

Maeve sniggered coldly.

eyes. “I

women argued vehemently, Damien sat gently beside Cherise, delicately applying a medicinal solution

“That’s enough.”

the chip that Lennon had given him

Greg nodded.

them lit up, displaying the earlier

to stripping her

to the problems

the recorded footage played, and slow fury consumed him.