After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 997

Chapter 997

The Sweeney family paid well, but the risks were high.

They came to work here for the money. But now, they just wanted to leave, desperately.

Being given to Master Wood meant death, and being kicked into the pool to drown also meant death.

They couldn't help but worry about their impending fate.

After a few more minutes, the maid in the pool finally sank to the bottom, lifeless.

"Anyone who dares to defy my orders will end up like her!" Tristan said coldly, staring at the trembling maids. "Now go serve Master Wood."

Master Wood looked as happy as if he had won the lottery.

He sat on a lounge chair, his large belly protruding, and began to undress. "Come on, beauties! Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

The scene was too much to bear.

It was so shocking that it almost made one's eyes pop out.

Tristan turned away in disgust. "Enjoy yourself, Master Wood. I have other matters to attend to."

Marcelo also stood up immediately. "Enjoy, Master Wood."

Master Wood's eyes were only on the beautiful maids; he didn't even glance at the brothers.

"Go on, go on!" he waved dismissively.

He smiled lewdly, his face greasy with fat.

"No! Don't come near me!"

"Master Wood, please, I'll do anything..."

Master Wood's disgusting laughter echoed in the air. "Hee-hee-"

*

At the Blood Medical Sect Manor.

In a very quiet courtyard, an elderly man with gray hair stood in the yard, calculating something with his fingers before letting out a heavy sigh.

Casey Gentry stood behind him, looking anxious. "Elder Reginald, how is Mr. Maskelyne's fate this time?"

Having failed to help Sylvia and returned to the Blood Medical Sect, Casey felt guilty. So upon returning, he immediately sought out the family's fortune-teller, Reginald Gentry, to divine Franklin's fate and see if he could overcome this crisis.

"His life is no longer in danger, young master. You need not worry," Reginald said, retracting his fingers, though his brows were still furrowed with concern.

Casey breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his calculation. "As long as he's safe... But Elder Reginald, why do you still look troubled? Did you foresee something else?"

Reginald looked up at the dark sky, his face pale. "My close friend Master Newman... has passed away."

Casey was stunned.

These masters always spoke so elegantly and mysteriously.

So "passed away" meant he had died?

He swallowed and clumsily tried to comfort Reginald in his tone. "Life and death are determined by fate. Since Master Newman's fate was such, you... you should accept it."

"Master Newman had a calamity in his fate that he couldn't avoid," Reginald shook his head. "I just wonder if he found the heir of the Sackcloth Sect... We who peer into the secrets of heaven are always intertwined with fortune and misfortune!"

He thought about how he hadn't been able to see his close friend one last time before his death.

His heart was filled with regret.

But what could regret change?

"Forget it, young master. You should go back. Mr. Maskelyne's life is no longer in danger. You need not worry," Reginald said, patting Casey's shoulder. "I will be in seclusion for seven days. Tell them not to disturb me."

Casey quickly nodded. "Alright, alright."

He understood that Reginald probably wanted to chant scriptures for his friend and didn't want anyone to disturb his peace.

Sigh-

*

At the Hipps Residence, Sylvia was completely different from other collateral young ladies and lived in the main house with Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps.

Not only her but also Jasmine and Giancarlo lived there as well.

Though they were old, their research had not stopped.

The Hipps family had set up a courtyard as a laboratory for them, equipped with almost all the latest instruments and equipment.

After dinner, they went to their lab. They were working on a new experiment that could significantly contribute to the country and humanity if successful.

Sylvia stayed in her room, eagerly studying the secret techniques passed down by Master Newman.

She had an excellent memory and memorized all the spells and their applications.

Although she had acquired Master Newman's abilities, she wasn't yet proficient in using them.

She desperately needed practical experience.

In her room, Sylvia tried drawing a few simple fortune-gathering arrays.