Carson respectfully bent his back a little lower.
âChief Braydon, even if Charles is rescued, Ms. Zeller canât save him. The No.7 Toxin in his body is the latest research from the Medical Lab. Fiona has mentioned that only Silas has the antidote, and Ms. Zeller canât get it. Everyone in Mysonna knows how eccentric Silas is. Why would he hand over the antidote to save Charles You donât need to worry about such an insignificant person like Charles anymore. Donât you think that his death in front of Ms. Zeller would only make Ms. Zeller realize even more that she canât escape from you?â Carson said.
Braydon lit a cigar and looked directly at Carson, a flash of coldness in his eyes. Then he said in a sinister voice, asking. âBack then, Yvette chose Charles over you. Do you still resent her for that?â
Carsonâs pupils shrank. His face showed fear. As soon as he heard those words, he dropped to his knees. His knees slammed onto the floor with a painful thud, the sound itself enough to imagine the force behind it.
âChief Braydon, I would never dare harbor any discontent against Ms. Zeller. May lightning strike me if I do. Carson swore. His head hung low, feeling the weight of Braydonâs gaze lingering on him.
After a moment of tense silence, Braydon finally withdrew his gaze, his dark eyes looking extremely menacing.
âGet up.â Braydon commanded Carson carefully stood up, a thin layer of cold sweat forming on his back.
If Carson had shown the slightest dissatisfaction with Yvette just now, he would probably be lying here as a corpse now.
Back in the day, just because a servant at the training camp spoke ill of Yvette behind her back, Braydon had the servant strung up on a tree and covered in scents that wild animals love, In an instant, the beasts swarmed the servant, leaving nothing but bones behind.
Carson had witnessed the entire gruesome scene and couldnât erase the memory of Braydonâs smiling face at that time, Even now, despite torturing many while in charge of the punishment hall of the Goodman family, Carson couldnât forget that moment.
Braydonâs obsession and fanaticism towards Yvette were deeply ingrained.
Having spent so much time by Braydonâs side, Carson knew there was one line that absolutely couldnât be crossed: Yvette.
Cross it, and one was as good as dead Braydon took a puff from his cigar. His expression darkened, whatever thought occurred to him brought a sinister smile to his lips.
âFiona was found out and kicked out of the lab, Braydon said.
Carson was taken aback for a moment.
Fiona is personally recommended to Chief Braydon by me. Sheâs now in the position of a Level 2 Pharmacist, so how could she be kicked out of the lab?
Being kicked out of the lab at this critical moment means only one thing. Her giving the No. 7 Toxin to Chief Braydon has been discovered, Carson thought.
Carson thought for a moment before saying, âChief Braydon, does this have something to do with the No. 7 Toxin injected into Charles?
Braydon crushed out his cigarette. He let out a cold chuckle.
âSheâs useless. Itâs just a No. 7 Toxin. After being in the lab for so long, sheâs still not qualified to handle the core projects there.
Keeping her around is pointless. Tomorrow, arrange for her to join the pharmaceutical company to improve herself. She e still has potential for next yearâs International Medical Experiment Competition. If she can secure a top-three spot, sheâll have the chance to become the legendary Miracle Doctor apprentice, Braydon said.
Then he paused, leaving some words unsaid that Carson wasnât entitled to know. Braydonâs ultimate goal was to win over Miracle Doctor.
Fiona was recommended to the Braydon by Carson. He felt somewhat embarrassed now, but he was relieved that Braydon hadnât given up on Fiona If Fiona could secure a place in next yearâs International Medical Experiment Competition and gain Miracle Doctorâs favor the medical lab would seem insignificant.
âI understand, Chief Braydon. Iâll send Fiona to the pharmaceutical company tomorrow. Donât worry, Fiona is capable and wonât let you down in next yearâs competition, Carson said.
Braydon listened, his expression unchanged, though his brows relaxed slightly.
Carson had been around Braydon long enough to notice the subtle changes in Braydonâs mood and realized his spirits had lifted a bit.
Braydon was silent for a few moments. His eyes looked slightly vacant. His voice became quieter.
Carson, why do you think Yvette is so defiant? Canât she stay by my side quietly?â Braydon asked.
Even though Braydon seemed harmless now, Carson knew him far too well to let his guard down and became even more respectful.
âChief Braydon, Ms. Zeller isnât the kind of woman who just stays home. Sheâs too strong for that. If you want to keep her by your side, youâd have to clip her wings and crush her spirit to make her stay, otherwise...â Carson stopped before finishing his sentence.
Braydon lost himself in his thoughts.
Seeing this, Carson quietly slipped out. His ability to read the situation was the reason he had lasted so long by Braydonâs side.
I am not like Charles, who is stubborn and inflexible, still preventing Chief Braydon even though he knows about Chief Braydonâs feelings for Ms. Zeller That is just looking for trouble, Carson thought.
Yvette walked into Jeremiahâs villa.
Four people were playing cards in the living room. Among them, Frankic looked excited. Bruce was expressionless, Chris seemed a bit unsure about his cards. And Sienna sat cross-legged on the couch with a sly smile. Such a group was oddly harmonious.
They were so focused on their game that they hadnât noticed anyone had entered, Sienna glanced at the pair of deuces in her hand, while Frankie gave her a wink from across the table. Sienna tossed out the pair of deuces and chuckled, waving the cards in her hand.
âHey guys, sorry about this, but Iâve got a pair of deuces here. Letâs see if you can top this. Iâm down to my last card, so if no one else is playing, Iâm about to lay it down, Sienna said.
Chris quietly put down the cards in his hand.
It seemed like he lost. He didnât know how to play cards and was called in by Frankie to make up the numbers. He had already lost 150 thousand dollars..
Bruce lifted his eyes to glance at Frankie and Sienna, who were both celebrating. In the next moment, he drew two cards from his hand and gently placed them on the table.
âSorry guys, Iâve got a royal flush,â Bruce said.
Sienna froze, staring in disbelief at the royal flush on the table, while Frankie exchanged a wide-eyed look with her.
In unison, Frankie and Sienna shouted to each other, âDidnât you have a wild card?â Only then did they realize their mistake.
They thought each had one wild card.
Frankie and Sienna slumped their shoulders, feeling dejected. They watched as Bruce swept all the chips in front of them.
Frankie and Sienna glanced again at the tall stack in front of Bruce, both thinking. âOne wrong move and itâs game over.
Yvette took off her coat and walked in.
Seeing Yvette return, Frankie quickly gathered up the cards. He looked as guilty as a kid caught playing games instead of doing homework.
Yvette didnât say anything and walked straight to the couch, and sit down, with no expression on her face. Her eyes showed indifference.
Yveure tilted her face slightly and was just about to pour herself glass of water. Frankie, who was as quick as a wink, stepped in and filled the glass for Yvette. With a bit of a brown-noser move, Frankie presented it to Yvette with both hands Frankieâs actions were incredibly smooth and natural.
Watching the whole process left Sienna thinking, âWhy havenât I figured out how to flatter Ms. Zeller like this? Check out how Frankie is handling this.
âI am still too young. I have a lot to learn about flattering Ms. Zeller
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