All Chapters of The Prince Regent's Violent Medical Consort: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ximen Xiaoyue found her grandmother’s words displeasing to the ears, but she did not think it was appropriate to contradict her grandmother. For this reason, she only said, “Yes, I’ll remember your teachings, grandmother.”“Don’t frown,” Old Madam Ximen said, “I’ve observed everything that has happened in the Prime Minister’s mansion over the past few months, and I’ve made a thorough analysis. There’s nothing to worry about if Lady Yuan doesn’t make any moves. You won’t be a match for her if she does. That’s why I said you can’t afford to spare her life, but you can’t get rid of her now. You’ll have to play by ear. Your future is your own to decide. What’s more important; honor and riches or your pride?”Ximen Xiaoyue felt that Old Madam Ximen was overestimating Lady Yuan. She thought, What could a woman like Lady Yuan who allowed herself to be pushed around by a woman like Chen Linglong for so many years possibly do? She only has a good reputation because she’s well-read. This doesn

“Wow, he’s back. He immediately made huge donations to the prominent art schools in the capital too. It’s great being rich, isn’t it!”“I’ve heard that he’s our alumni, having graduated from the Southline University. That explains his generous donations. Plus, he’s the richest man in the city after all. More importantly, he’s so charming… practically the whole nation’s ideal man - rich, handsome, and down to earth. There’s no one else like him in this world!”The entirety of Southline University Art Institute was engrossed with news regarding Mark Tremont’s return, except for Arianne Wynn who stood out like a sore thumb.Seated at the stairway, she was munching on a stale bun which had long lost its warmth. Downing the otherwise hard to swallow baked good with just plain water felt equally as cold as the winter season.Mark Tremont. He’s back again after three years…“Ari, why are you eating buns again? Come on, I’ll buy you a good meal!”Tiffany Lane plopped herself down carelessly be

A pair of arms surrounded her suddenly and pulled her back. Arianne could almost feel the dampness from his fresh shower and smelt the fragrance of body wash.Her hands supported herself on his chest, unknowingly they were shaking.The arms that were wrapped around her waist let go abruptly.“Get lost.”For some reason, his voice was a little raspy. Arianne had no idea how she had upset him again so she scurried off at once.It was when she returned to the storeroom that she had regrets. She had forgotten to ask him about Will Sivan. Recalling what happened just now, however, the courage to seek him again slipped away from her.When morning came the next day, Mary came into the storeroom with a glass of water.“C’mon, Ari. Here’s some cold medicine.”Arianne Wynn was puzzled. Mary did not know she caught a cold. Furthermore, how would Mary dare give her medication without Mark Tremont’s permission?As if dismissing Arianne’s doubt, Mary sat down on the edge of her bed with a smile.“Si

Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of liquor. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of alcohol wading from him right now.Mark Tremont’s kiss was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.“The dinner is getting cold!” Arianne cried out in panic.Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’Mark Tremont pushed her down onto the large bed behind her.“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unab

When they submitted the assignment, the tutor wore a deriding smirk looking at her drawing.“You drew Mark Tremont huh? You usually act reserved, but now it seems that you’re just like most girls. A few of them drew him as well but yours is the best. You have a photo? Share it.”The tutor was a woman nearing her thirties. Unmarried, ill-tempered, and infatuated with Mark Tremont, she babbled about him with the other students every day.Arianne Wynn shook her head. “I don’t have a photo…”The tutor’s face fell.“But you drew him so well? All based on imagination? Have you met him in person? Be a good sport, show me the photo. Your drawing… it looks like he’s just sitting around at home? The internet doesn’t have photos like this. Where did you get it from?”Tiffany Lane could no longer hold herself back.“What’s the fuss now? She’s said that she’s got no photo, that’s it. Her drawing skills have always been great, don’t you know your own students?”Faced against students of significant