NovelEnglishThe boy clung tightly to the man, his eyes brimming with desperation as he looked at her. "Ms. Flora, please save my brother! He's on the brink!" Flora's lips twisted into a sly smile. "Relax, it's just a minor issue. He's not going to die." Mr. Atticus was taken aback. "Minor issue?!" I thought he was knocking on death's door? Flora pulled out a small knife and skillfully made a shallow cut on the man's chest. Almost immediately, the man, whose face had been an alarming shade of purple, began to breathe easier, and his complexion started to return to normal.
Putting the knife away, Flora chuckled. "The poison's neutralized. Their condition was due to blood clots blocking their lungs. A simple fix." "What?!" Mr. Atticus's face contorted in shock. He rushed to check the man on the ground. His face went from green to white and back again, glaring daggers at Flora. "Are you messing with me?!" Rage boiled in his eyes. Who would've thought he'd get played by a woman! The poison was already neutralized! They were just suffering from blood clots near their hearts! With his skills, he should have noticed, but he'd been too panicked and insecure. Seeing someone in danger, he'd instinctively assumed his detoxification method had failed. Seeing his reaction, Flora turned to him with a smile that said it all: "Yup, I played you. What're you gonna do about it?" "You!" Mr. Atticus was so furious he felt faint and collapsed to the ground.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe onlookers from various factions exchanged uneasy glances. Clearly, underestimating a woman had been a grave mistake.
She's ruthless...
It took Flora three hours to detoxify everyone. Once done, the various factions couldn't leave the island fast enough.
Flora didn't try to stop them, and the folks from Empire Base and Club 257 personally saw them off.
By the teverything was done, she was utterly exhausted, her hands trembling from the extended effort. Connor, noticing her fatigue, took her hands and gently massaged them. Just then, a staff member crunning in to report that Crimson had woken up! Overjoyed, Flora rushed to the villa.
When Flora entered the room, she found Crimson propped up in bed, leaning against the pillows, eating porridge. Her injuries were severe, and every tiny movement sent waves of pain through her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe grimaced with each spoonful.
The moment she saw Flora, Crimson put the porridge aside, her voice laced with a touch of grievance. "Flora darling, I can't stand this porridge. It's too bland. I want something tasty!" Flora smiled gently, seeing Crimson's spirit returning. She sat down by the bed. "Your body's still healing. You can only have this."
Crimson knew she had to eat bland food, but she was just being playful, trying to act spoiled.
Even the strongest people have their moments of weakness and want to e be pampered by someone they trust.
"You know I love spicy food. How can I eat this bland stuff?" Crimson pouted but reluctantly picked up the porridge again. Bland or not, she had to eat.
Seeing her face scrunch up in dismay, Flora chuckled and took the bowl from her. "Alright, that's enough." She turned to Connor. "Connor, could you whip up something for Miss Crimson?"
Then, looking back at Crimson, she added, "Miss Crimson, Connor's an amazing cook. Even the blandest dishes turn out delicious when he makes them."
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