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.

middle of the

no wonder George couldn’t pin

geezer could slip poison into someone’s drink without a hint of evidence, making

Isabelle, unsure of what she

her head again and announced,

quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled out a prescription right

took the initial prescription, examining it closely before nodding. “So this medicine doubles as a detoxifier. I’ll need to do

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Blue Hydrangea

accepted, his eyes

the ingredients in this prescription are poisonous.” Without waiting for Isabelle to reply. Mr. Garth suddenly understood, taking a sharp breath before adding. “Ah, fighting fire with fire.”

instant, Mr. Garth’s respect for Isabelle

Miss Jenkins had the guts to pull off such a bold move? It seems this old dog of mine is in for

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

none other than old

mind racing

reality, creating the antidote for this toxin wasn’t overly complicated. Isabelle almost spoke up

Garth made them out to be, so

Apothecary. You need to send someone

George remarked.

Isabelle headed to

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

room, George waited

Isabelle came

headed towards the laboratory without rushing. George followed close

few steps, she realised there wasn’t anything pressing to do in the lab, so she

George stood in

sat with crossed legs, her back against the chair, her head resting on the wall. Her hands lay relaxed. in

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