Chapter 1119

Leopold, with his kids in tow, made a beeline for the nearest hospital, leaving Draven behind to further investigate the odd happenings in Luck Village. Draven had the village under his control, but the fifty women had yet to be released, many of them unconscious.

When Vivienne and the village mayor had their chase earlier, there were people awake. But upon their return, it was a scene of unconsciousness and death. Draven frowned at the sight.

"Mrs. Thompson is missing."

A shadow fell over Draven's face. "Send more people to search for her. We can't let her escape!"

Mrs. Thompson surely had something crucial on her.

If she got away, all the efforts would have been in vain.

Meanwhile,

Mrs. Thompson, following the river downstream, knew of a path known only to her and her husband.

"Damn it! They figured out our plan. When will these pests leave!" she cursed all the way.

It was all so close, yet Vivienne and that impostor Sebastian, posing as her husband, ruined everything at the last moment.

Cursing, she prepared to ford the river, but as she reached the midpoint, a sudden noise made her dive in without a second thought. From her perspective, she saw someone passing by. "There's no path here. Are we still going to continue the search?"

"Keep looking until we find her. Turn the village upside down if we have to!"

Draven scanned the surroundings with a grim expression.

Just as Draven's gaze swept over, Mrs. Thompson couldn't hold her breath any longer, and bubbles surfaced, clearly indicating something was amiss.

"Check what's happening down there," ordered Draven, and several people moved towards the water's edge.

Thompson burst out of the water, gasping

Draven gestured lightly towards the water,

surrounding

capsule, but Draven, anticipating her move, kicked her chin, forcing the capsule out of her mouth

over the antidote," Draven demanded

back defiantly. "You think I'll give you the antidote?

her chin, his

do I have

"You wish to die? It won't be

then ordered his men, "Take her back. Let the

to the village, reluctantly following Draven to

lay on the hospital bed, seemingly

shared Vivienne's condition

in, Mrs. Thompson saw Percival tending

you, you wouldn't survive. Look at

voice calm yet

impassive, but it sent shivers down

basically, ah, alive, ah!" Mrs. Thompson's

she spat, and soon she was struggling

the brink of death,

with a handkerchief, ordered,

nodded and dragged Mrs. Thompson

the room was cleared, Percival sent a message to

without a second thought. But another message

"Damn!"

grabbed his

less than five minutes since Percival's message, Finnian appeared at the

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