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.

dab in the middle

no wonder George couldn’t

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

looked at Isabelle, unsure of

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

and scribbled out

before nodding. “So this medicine doubles as a detoxifier. I’ll need to do some more

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Blue

prescription, which Mr. Garth eagerly accepted, his eyes widening in amazement as

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

Garth’s respect for Isabelle

Jenkins had the guts to pull off such a bold move? It seems this old dog

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

guinea pig was none other than old Mr.

her mind

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

as Mr. Garth made them out to be, so he held back from asking any questions.

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

it,” George

headed to

needles piercing his chest, old

George waited

Isabelle came

the laboratory without rushing. George followed close

anything pressing to do in the lab, so she turned and settled into a nearby chair

her, George stood in silence, quietly

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

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