Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 171 Blue Hydrangea

“How’s his condition?” His words barely registered audibly.

Isabelle glanced upwards at the sound, her eyes showing a hint of redness.

Choosing to stay quiet, she cast her gaze downward, concentrating on the white mouse.

“Blue Hydrangea”

The substance turned out to be the toxin from the Dark Shadow.

What motivation would Dark Shadow have for using this gradual–acting toxin on old Mr. Harris?

Considering Dark Shadow’s skills, disposing of old Mr. Harris would have been straightforward. Choosing this complex method implies it wasn’t ordered by another.

A skilled hitman and a businessman wouldn’t typically hold a grudge, and even if they did, they wouldn’t opt for such a chaotic method.

What’s the rationale behind it?

In Taragon City, there’s only one person under the command of Dark Shadow capable of creating this specific poison: Heart K.

If it truly is Heart K, then his reasons shouldn’t be hard to figure out.

Isabelle’s mind raced with questions. Why go after the retired old man instead of George, who runs the show in the Harris family and holds the purse strings?

Could it be that he’s worried about the chaos that would erupt if George were to bite the dust, leaving him powerless to control the situation? Is he scheming by striking at George’s weak spot upfront?

Maybe he plans to slowly tighten his grip?

This old timer’s got some serious hunger for power.

Going straight for the jugular of the Harris family.

smack dab in the middle of the Harris family’s

no wonder George couldn’t pin

a hint of evidence,

of what she was

Isabelle raised her head again and announced, “I’ve got the

and scribbled out a prescription right

“So this

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eagerly accepted, his eyes widening in amazement as he read

ingredients in this prescription are poisonous.” Without waiting for Isabelle to reply. Mr. Garth

that instant, Mr. Garth’s respect

off such a bold move? It seems this old dog

a surge of excitement, having full faith in Isabelle’s daring strategy as a final option and trusting her

if the guinea pig was none other

silent, her mind

wasn’t overly complicated. Isabelle almost

weren’t as bad as Mr. Garth made them out to be, so he held back

might not be available at Maven Apothecary. You need to send someone to get them quickly. Your father can’t wait, Isabelle

George remarked.

commenced, Isabelle headed to check on

being unconscious and hooked up to tubes, with several silver needles piercing his chest, old Mr. Harris stayed in

George waited anxiously.

Isabelle came out.

towards the laboratory

wasn’t anything pressing to do in the

in silence, quietly watching.

legs, her back against the chair, her head resting on the wall. Her hands lay relaxed. in her lap, her thumbs tracing idle

eyes shut, lost in thought, a hint of fatigue creasing her brow, yet an aura