My Substitute Wife Is a Bigwig (Lily and Loid)

Chapter 209

Late at night, a man sat on the couch of a luxury villa in the suburbs. Holding a glass of red wine with squinted eyes, he carried himself like a monarch

His subordinate, dressed in a black suit, stood across from him. The man in black kept his head low and reported dutifully, “My lord, Lily Brooks isn’t involved in Arthur Laurier’s poisoning.”

“oh?” The man raised his tone. “I underestimated her, then. She’s quite patient.”

“We might have made a wrong judgment. She might not even be skilled in medicine at all. From what I learned from the Lauriers, Neil Austin is the one who detoxified Loid Turer. Should we shift our focus to Neil Austin instead?”

“That’s just a ruse to confuse you all.” Taking a sip of the red wine, the man rose from the couch without any expression. “Nell Austin wouldn’t have kept Loid Laurier waiting for half a year if he truly had the antidote to the Bloodbane poison. Only fools would bebeve that he’s Shadowbane.”

His subordinate frowned. “Do you mean we should continue to keep an eye on Lily Brooks?“”

into silence

time on Lilly Brooks. Your grandpa’s condition can’t wait. Why don’t we pressure Alchos so that will look for Shadowbane? We need Shadowbane’s help,” suggested the subordinate.

subordinate acold glare. “What do you take Alchos as? Do you want to get my family blacklisted

what I meant,” the subordinate hurriedly

scoffed. “Kretused to take our requests after ten such attempts from our side. Either Kor Shadowbane refuses to entertain us. If so, it’s pointless to put in more requests.

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hard to locate. Whether among the Four Great Families of Bridgeport or the

fortunate enough to have their requests channeled by Alchos through Kwere more likely to secure Shadowbane’s assistance.

K’s refusal to assist was glating–shadowbane was unwilling to help.

looked up with worry. “What do we do? We can’t keep

medical prowess. The man placed the wine glass on the table. “Recall all our

that,” the subordinate replied

man asked casually, “How’s the

worth a total of eight billion dollars.