123 Ch. 123 How To Get The Antidote?
On the way back to Richardâs private house in Rotterdam, Richard didnât talk to Anxia or Lori but was busy trying to reach someone.
Anxia realized she almost lost control and wanted to torture Quinn to force her to give the antidote. Her anger toward Richard was no less than she was toward Quinn. She still couldnât understand why her husband doubted giving what Quinn wanted.
Anxia knew the argument wouldnât resolve their problem now, which was the only reason she sealed her mouth and embraced her daughter tightly to calm her emotions.
âSheylieâs speaking. Can I help you?â Finally, a voice came from the other side after Richard tried to reach someone repeatedly.
âSheylie, itâs me.â
âRichard? What is it?â
âIf my memory serves me right, you are with Moni in Paris, arenât you?â
âYeah, I was. But just now, Moni has left with Uncle Stanley and Aunt Meisya. What about you? Youâre not going with them? I heard your sister-in-law had given birth. You donât know?â
âI do, but I canât right now. Sheylie, I need your help.â
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âInteresting. You do realize that I know nothing about robots or something like that, and I wonât be much help with your work problems.â
âSomeone poisoned my daughter.â
ââ¦â For a moment, there was no sound from the other side, then, âI will send you my address.â
Richard sighed with relief and then immediately headed to the airport. âM, Iâm counting on you.â
âAlright! Head to track number three. No one will see you there.â
There were so many questions running through Anxiaâs mind. Who is Sheylie? Plus, why didnât Richard hesitate even once to admit that he already had a child?
What hurt Anxia the most was that Richard had too many women around him. She hoped Sheylie wasnât her love rival and wouldnât hurt Lori like Quinn did. Otherwise, the list of names in the kill list will get longer.
Anxia was lost in her thought and brought back to reality when she felt Richard speed up the car. Her eyes widened in surprise to see a very long trajectory like the flight path of an airplane.
Are they at the airport? Why are they here?
âXia Xia, make sure you hold our baby.â
Even though she was confused by her husbandâs words, Anxia still obeyed and tightened her grip on her daughter. It was firm yet gentle to ensure her embrace wouldnât hurt Lori.
Richard opened a black box in the middle of the car dashboard, exposing a red button. Richard pressed the button, and instantly, their bodies jerked backward because of the high speed.
All of a sudden, the front part of their car lifted and now floated like a plane taking off into the sky.
âWoaaaaaah!! We fly?â Lori exclaimed in a cheerful tone making Richard smile, but he couldnât respond to his daughterâs comment because his mind was too restless worrying about the poison in his daughterâs body.
Anxia herself also couldnât really admire this super advanced car which now had black wings on both sides, considering she was too nervous thinking about Lori.
On the other hand, the clueless Lori squealed in awe endlessly, enjoying the mesmerizing night view with many lights around the rows of houses.
At the same time, far away, where the place was unknown to Richard and Anxia, a middle-aged man walked through a very long building corridor until he came to a large door made of wood and gold.
The middle-aged man knocked on the door, and after getting permission, the man opened the door and entered inside.
âMadam, our spies collected some reports.â
âWhat is it?â
âIt seems that someone poisoned the little miss.â
The woman immediately turned to face her men with an unsightly expression. There were a few wrinkles here and there, but that didnât reduce the womanâs elegance and dignity.
Her hair was jet black, while her eyes were pale blue. Her face was that of an eastern descendant, but her distinctive blue eyes gave the impression that she was not of pure eastern people.
The shape of her face, jawline, and nose was exactly like Anxiaâs. Perhaps if she were in her twenties, people would mistake her for Qiao Anxia.
âWho dares to poison my granddaughter? I wonât let them off the hook. But wouldnât my daughter be weaker if I were to intervene myself? Being the wife of a successful businessman like Richard Calvin is enough to make her weak, and I donât want her to get any weaker than this. Give her the necessary information, and let her save my granddaughter herself.â
âAs you wish.â
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Anxia and Richard watched their poor baby girl being examined by Sheylie worriedly. Sheylie was a young doctor and an expert in medicine using herbs and could mix them herself.
âHer pulse is operating normally, and her breathing has no problem. If what the culprit said was true, there was a chance that the poison would only take effect at noon tomorrow. Only then would her pulse beat weakly, and she fell asleep.â
âCan you make an antidote?â
âRichard, I am not a poison expert, and I could make an antidote if I knew the poison type. Iâm sorry, Iâm not my mother who immediately recognizes the type of poison at a glance.â
Sheylieâs mother, Kirena, was a poison expert and had retired long ago. She was one of the trustee people of Richardâs uncle, Kinsey Alvianc, with her gifted hand concocting a poison and finding its antidote.
Alas, Kirena was currently settling with her husband somewhere unknown in the western area. Even their own daughter, Sheylie, didnât know where they stayed. So, the only way to get the antidote for Lori was for Richard to give what the cunning lady wanted.
âRichard, instead of expecting something impossible, why donât you just give her what she wants?â Anxia could no longer wait longer and decided to voice her mind out.
Richard was tongue-tied and silently wondered if Anxia would suggest the same thing if his wife knew what Quinn asked him for.