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.

in the middle of the

wonder George

poison into someone’s drink without a hint

unsure of what

head again and announced, “I’ve got the

out

this medicine doubles as a detoxifier. I’ll need to

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Blue Hydrangea

prescription, which Mr. Garth eagerly accepted, his eyes

in this prescription are poisonous.” Without waiting for Isabelle to reply. Mr. Garth suddenly understood, taking a

that instant, Mr. Garth’s

guts to pull off such a bold move? It seems

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

was none other than

mind racing with

reality, creating the antidote for this toxin wasn’t overly complicated. Isabelle almost spoke up but decided against it, thinking, Forget it,

face, George sensed that things weren’t as bad as Mr. Garth made them out to be,

list might not be available at Maven Apothecary. You need to send someone to

it,” George

the ingredients commenced, Isabelle headed to

needles piercing his chest, old

the room, George

Isabelle

towards the laboratory without

in the lab, so she turned and settled into a nearby chair for a

in silence, quietly

with crossed legs, her back against the chair, her head resting on the wall. Her

eyes shut, lost in thought, a hint of fatigue creasing