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

Thompson, Draven gestured

surrounding her

Mrs. Thompson instinctively tried to bite into a poison capsule, but Draven, anticipating her move, kicked her chin, forcing the capsule out of her mouth to sink into the riverbed. When Mrs. Thompson looked up again, a knife was pointed

the antidote,"

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

grabbed her chin, his voice icy, "You're

Mrs. Thompson responded, "Captured by you, do I have

"You wish to die? It won't be

"Take her back. Let

dragged back to the village, reluctantly

hospital bed, seemingly fine, but

hadn't shared Vivienne's condition with anyone

Mrs. Thompson saw Percival tending to Vivienne and sneered uncontrollably, starting

Look at her, doomed to lie here forever.

throat, his voice calm yet foreboding,

was impassive, but it sent shivers

ah, alive, ah!" Mrs. Thompson's words were choked

spat, and soon she was

thought she was on the brink of death, Percival

meticulously cleaning his hands with a handkerchief, ordered, "Take her away. I'll

and dragged

cleared, Percival sent

second thought. But another message promptly followed, and this time, after reading

"Damn!"

himself, Finnian grabbed his things

Percival's

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