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“Heh! Ye really ‘ave guts. Thinkin’ ye could poison our young master.”
Cain(?) quickly rose from the bed and pulled a chair to stood below a small exhaust just enough to permit a person.
Since Hawthorn Jones was a chain smoker, every room with no windows in his estate had an exhaust.
Cain(?) removed the exhaust grills and grabbed a person size black bag hidden in the ducts and pulled it down on the ground. He opened the zipper to reveal Nixon Mandeville’s sleeping face.
It was always a fact that wherever Holley was, Nixon would soon follow.
“Lucky fellow, now ye will ‘ave yer life’s wish come true.”
He pulled out an injection in one of the compartments of the bag, then struck it on Nixon’s neck.
He smirked, and then he cleaned everything and replaced the hidden cameras.
Before he made his escape, he looked at the still paralyzed girl on the bed.
“Next time, reckon twice ‘afore plottin’ against our Young Master. Be glad if ye can still walk after this.”
“What took you so long in doing a job that would just take about minutes?” Russell lectured Cain(?) when the man finally hopped inside the car.
Cain(?) removed his mask and earpiece, revealing a dark, gorgeous young man.
“Easy fer ye t’ say, ye were nah th’ one who was drugged.” Two said, then he bowed respectfully at the cold, indifferent man in front of him.
“Young Master, ‘twas done.”
“Mm… Let’s go.”
The white Maybach limo immediately strode off. Cain used two cars in going to the Jones estate. One was where he was in, and the other one was where Two was – his guard and body double.
Russell couldn’t help but feel ecstatic at the sight of his Young Master.
This!! This is the young master I know! Ruthless and merciless!! Ahhh!!
Two frowned when he saw Russell gaping at their Young Master.
Recalling what happened, Two couldn’t help but admire how their young master did things.
Since his build was the same as their young master, he sometimes acted and put on a mask, imposing as Cain Fay in certain events – alright, most of the events.
It was just supposed to be a simple contract signing, but when Hawthorne Jones acted suspiciously, his Young Master communicated to him through a tiny unnoticeable earpiece to wait for something. Then not long after – Holley Goldwood appeared.
Again, his Young Master communicated to let her do what she wanted. When the girl poured wine into his cup, he restrained himself from killing her on the spot.
He could smell the poison in the wine!
Among the many troops and assassins in the Fay’s arsenal of command, his skills in poison was second to none while his detecting poison skills were second only to their Young Master.
He already had a counter to the poison and just acted the effects, until his Young Master ordered him to administer ‘cryptic’ on the girl which caused symptoms similar to sleep paralysis – the mind awake, yet the body was not.
In case of some ‘incidents’, he always have different types of poisons with him, and ‘cryptic’ was one of those.
Two was not surprise to find a man inside the black bag when his Young Master ordered for him to check the ducts of the exhaust. Then, his Young Master ordered to inject ‘illusion’ on the man.
The poison was a mixture of hallucinations and aphrodisiac which was extremely dangerous paired with a person who was injected with ‘cryptic’.
Young Master is still ruthless as ever.
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