An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 114

After reaching an agreement on both sides, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Dustin and Mr. Wangley had their subordinates purchase some medicine for them.

The plan was that the two of them would concoct poisons on the spot and down them together at the same time.

As for who would win, that would have to depend on their respective skills.

“Do you think Dustin’s going to make it, Sis? What if he gets poisoned to death instead?” Ruth voiced out anxiously.

“Well, since he agreed to it in the first place, I suppose this means he’s confident that he can win. Have some faith in the guy.” Natasha assured with a straight face. Although she looked calm on the outside, she felt uneasy on the inside.

If it were possible, she’d rather Dustin straight–up admit defeat.

“You can say that, but Dustin’s only proficient in medicine. Surely he can’t beat Mr. Wangley in terms of his experience in the field of poison research,” Ruth murmured while shaking her head.

There were many subfields in the field of medicine, with each subfield being vastly different from one to the other.

So, how can an amateur compete with a professional?

Compared to the two sisters‘ worries, Jessica felt secondhand embarrassment for Dustin as she sat at the side.

She wasn’t sure if she should label Dustin as arrogant or stupid to agree to compete with a master of poison at making poisons.

Then again, she was still amused that things managed to get to this point.

If Dustin loses, he’ll either be dead or crippled, which would mean that she wouldn’t need to expend so much energy thinking about her daughter’s marriage anymore.

“I would advise you to drop out of the competition while you can, Mr. Boy Toy; else, when the poison kicks in your system, you might not even get the chance to regret your decision anymore!” Quentin pressed.

“To be frank, I have to commend you for your bravery as well. To think that you’re willing to put your life in someone else’s hands. I don’t suppose you ever thought that if ever the old man loses, the one who might kick the bucket is you?” Dustin pointed out flatly.

“Ridiculous! Mr. Wangley has been researching poisons for many years now, so how could he possibly lose? You’ll see how great he is later!” Quentin gave a bark of laughter.

Dustin merely let out a short chuckle and said nothing more in response.

A few moments later, the subordinates the two of them sent to purchase medicine for them entered through the front doors hurriedly.

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Mr. Wangley started concocting his polson at lightning speed. His movements were so fast that it was enough to make one’s head

Dustin took his time with it and

Wangley had finished concocting his polson, which

black liquid.

a faint scent of

to put it down the hatch?” Quentin taunted as he

definitely see that the

meant that anyone who ingested it would

just forget about this whole thing. Dustin? It’s obvious

beside her, also couldn’t

Dustin grinned before picking up

thing in

swift but confident motion caused

this punk actually not afraid of death?” He thought to

you feeling?”

but all in all,

was speechless at his reply. The corners of her mouth started

that I was asking you

young man. You just need to bow down to

best,” Dustin replied while smacking

a shame you used the wrong ingredients for it. What you should’ve used was aconite instead of epiphyllum. Although both of their medical

was concocting the mix just now?” Mr.

correct in deducing that the poison he made was the Devil’s Elixir, and

necessary to peek? I could tell the moment I smelled it in the

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of Devil’s grass. It’s such a shame that

finished speaking, Mr. Wangley couldn’t help but break

single one of the ingredients he’d used to make

had just told him that he peeked, but it was terrifying to think that he could deduce everything just by smell

that it would take him light

happened, Mr. Wangley? A few minutes have already passed, and yet he hasn’t reacted at

I can guarantee you that he’ll kick the bucket in no time flat!” Mr. Wangley hollered with confidence after

a way to make a cure, it would still be

his system.

because Mr. Wangley

music to my ears.”

my poison,” Dustin declared as he presented a bottle with a yellow–colored

inside.

emanated from the foul–smelling, hot liquid.

sneered. He immediately covered his scrunched–up nose

hands.