Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Sister Qi: Negotiating a Deal, Encountering Suspicion
The news that Iris Estate invited Emma White spread throughout the entire F Continent within ten minutes.
With this.
Apart from Poppy Estate, the other forces began to feel restless.
Lowe taking away Emma White likely means he has gotten the first clue on J’s whereabouts, and by the time they find out, it’ll certainly be too late.
"Master Julian, Little Five sent over some photos."
Charles Jordan saw the latest news on his phone and promptly handed it over.
Julian Sia’s gaze lightly brushed over it, instantly freezing.
The girl in the photo wore a mask and a hat, with the brim pressed so low her face couldn’t be seen clearly.
But her figure resembled Claire so much.
The man’s cold white fingers caressed the screen, his dark eyes unfathomable.
"Jacob, prepare the car," Julian Sia’s tone was cold, "Head to Iris."
...
Inside Iris Estate.
Everyone’s curious gazes occasionally drifted towards the tightly closed main door.
Wasn’t the Hall Master supposed to pick up Emma White? Why did he bring back a girl and also brought this ticking bomb, Drake White, along?
"The Manor Master is in the room, please take care of it."
James Stone opened the room door for the two, nodding and stepping aside.
The two walked into the room, and Drake White, acting as if he were at home, sat down unabashedly.
His long legs rested on the table, shaking continuously, appearing unusually brash.
"Lowe, when do you plan to kick the bucket? So I can prepare what to send you beforehand."
Drake White leaned over, grabbed an apple, and casually started eating while speaking.
The taste was decent.
On the large bed, the man with tightly shut eyes and pale face suddenly twitched his eyelids, and the hand under the blanket suddenly clenched.
Drake White, you bastard.
With calm precision, Claire Green fastened two layers of gloves and abruptly uncovered Lowe’s blanket, revealing his arm, swollen and covered with dark spots.
Seeing this scene, Drake White became intrigued.
"Oh, truly hurt," he said with glee, "But I think, given the situation, just chop off that arm and kill two birds with one stone."
"Shut up."
With this.
Lowe couldn’t fake sleep any longer, gritting his teeth and glaring at Drake White.
Damn it.
Will he die if he stops talking?
Drake White’s eyes filled with coldness, a mocking laugh, "What, no longer pretending?"
To try using Emma White to find J, he must see if he’s willing.
The confronting pair did not notice the girl beside them casually pulling out a syringe from her bag, then calmly injecting it into Lowe’s arm.
"You..."
Feeling the numbness spreading through his arm, Lowe looked at the girl incredulously.
He never expected she would silently administer a jab.
Beneath her mask, Claire Green’s lips curved coldly, her eye-corners carried a hint of mischief.
"You wanted treatment, well, it’s done."
Who the hell meant to mention that.
Lowe’s face stiffened before showing a fake smile, "A Divine Healer is indeed a Divine Healer, such speed."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green gave him a meaningful look, "It’s okay, considering for those who aren’t sick, I can just pierce anything in blindly."
Cough.
Lowe coughed suddenly, feeling uneasy at once.
"What did you inject me with."
He initially thought it was just ordinary grape essence, but now hearing her words, it seemed not.
Removing her gloves, Claire Green carelessly wiped her fingers with a napkin, tone unruly.
"Just a little thing, won’t cause much trouble."
Upon hearing.
Lowe didn’t seem relaxed at all.
As expected.
The next moment, the girl continued, "Just, you’ll have different feelings every night."
"Tsk tsk, different feelings every night," Drake White tutted, "That’s rather thrilling."
The big sister played well.
Lowe loved pretending illness, so she directly made him truly ill.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll have someone kill you."
Lowe glared fiercely at the girl, had it not been for trying to find J’s whereabouts, he wouldn’t have faked illness on that person’s orders to trick Emma White here.
Who knew she pulled such a move, catching him off guard.
Imagine.
Claire Green chuckled softly, "Afraid before your people kill me, you’ve already descended to Hell."
"Give me the antidote."
"If you want the antidote, sure," Claire Green lazily sat down, "Let’s make a deal."
Lowe: "What deal."
"Tulip’s life for yours," Claire Green said direct and concise.
But still, the two present understood.
Drake White couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Wow, this big sister is bold, speaking of wanting that old woman’s life right away.
However.
Why did she suddenly have such a thought, never heard Tulip’s person had a grudge with J or the Divine Healer.
"Then this deal won’t work for us." Lowe glared angrily at her, refusing displeased.
Not to say his close relationship with Tulip Estate, just those things they’re researching now wouldn’t allow him to abandon that person.
Upon hearing.
Claire Green adjusted her sleeves, spoke casually, "I’ll give you time to think."
Know when the moment of death comes, the heart fears the most.
Watching Claire Green leave, Drake White shook his head pretentiously regretful, "Now truly left with a breath."
He dropped the word and strode after her.
Bang.
Lowe in anger shattered the bedside items onto the ground, face dark.
"Emma White."
...
Catching up to the girl, Drake White asked full of curiosity, "What did you inject Lowe with."
"A little thing disturbing nerves," Claire Green said carelessly.
It’s just a nerve disturbance, but it causes a massive headache every night, the sensation like thousands of ants biting.
Upon hearing, Drake White perked up, unable to resist inquiring.
"Tell me, what are the exact symptoms."
Claire Green glanced at him, curled her lips, "So interested, want me to give you a jab."
Instantly.
Drake White shifted to the side, "Suddenly lost interest."
Finally.
He pulled open the car door, doing a welcoming gesture, "Get in."
Claire Green looked back at the villa’s second floor, her gaze profound and cold, then climbed into the car.
Cool breeze blew through the window, carrying away a bit of chill.
At this moment.
A black car slowly approached, the two cars brushed past.
Four eyes met, Claire Green paused, raised her hand to press down her hat brim, rolling down the window, actions tinged with slight guilt.
Seeing the car in the rearview mirror, Claire Green wanted to curse for the first time.
Damn, could the timing be worse?
"Jacob, turn around."
Julian Sia recalled the eyes he saw earlier, his eyes darkened, voice heavy.
"Turn around," Jacob didn’t understand, "We’re not going to Iris then."
"Follow the car ahead."
Upon hearing.
Though puzzled, Jacob obediently drove on.
Soon.
Ahead, Drake White finally noticed something wrong, glanced at the car behind, opened his mouth, "Big sister, someone’s tailing us."
And they were from Poppy Estate.
Claire Green moved her gaze from the screen, glanced at the rearview mirror, a familiar car swam into view, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Brother recognized her?
Such good eyesight?
She spoke unhurriedly, "Shake them off."
She had no interest in exposing her identity now.
"Alright," Drake White grinned, "Hold tight."
With that, he stomped the accelerator, the car swiftly widened the gap with the car behind.
Seeing this.
Jacob wasn’t to be outdone, accelerated in pursuit.
Then the two cars staged a high-speed ’car chase’ on F Continent Avenue, especially considering the identities of the drivers weren’t small.
Watching the car tightly trailing behind, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, intrigued with a teasing smile.
"Switch places."