Arabella turned the antidote she developed into pills and handed them out to her seven henchmen, one each After a while, they noticed some magical changes in their bodies âI canât feel the burning pain in my body anymore, and my dizziness has lessened âMy skin no longer itches, and I donât have the urge to scratchâ
âI feel so much better, itâs amazing!â
They all looked at Arabella like she was some kind of miracle doctor, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.
Arabella tossed them the bottle of pills and said, âTake one every day for four more days. Your damaged skin will scab and fall off, and new skin will grow.â
âSo, weâre not going to kick the bucket?â The seven henchmen were overjoyed and wanted to get out of bed to thank Arabella on their knees.
Arabella stopped them and said, âRest up, the best way you can thank me is to get better and keep working for the gangâ
She tossed another bottle to Dr. Shawn, casually saying, âGive these to the rest.â
As long as they had the antibodies, they wouldnât get infected, even if they came into contact with virus X3.
Dr. Shawn was stunned that Arabella had managed to develop an antidote in such a short time and deeply admired her.
âBess, if you decide to stick around in the triangular zone, the leaderâs seat will be yours sooner or later, Mafia Queen.â
Just as Arabella was about to say that wasnât her goal, Jack came with a report: âBoss, Iâve got some good news and some bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?â
Arabella looked up, without hesitation, and said, âThe good news.â
âIn an auction happening in an hour, a Cinnamomum tenuis will be the star of the show!â
âThe bad news?â
âI heard thereâs only one, and Mafia C wants it too.â
Mafia Cwas the top dog in the triangular zone, and all the other gangs and powers were a bit scared of their reputation.
Even the recently rising Mafia Wolf didnât dare mess with them.
It was rumored that the big boss behind Mafia C was someone they didnât want to get on the wrong side of!
He had unimaginable wealth and power.
âMiss, thereâs even worse news!â
Jack swallowed hard, noticing Arabellaâs face was turning sour.
âSpit it out.â As expected, Arabellaâs voice had gotten colder.
âAt a previous auction in the south of the city, a Cinnamomum tenuis was sold for 300 million.â
Arabella was shocked.
300 million?
Were they robbing people?
Jack noticed Arabellaâs face was getting even worse, and he added nervously, âItâs 300 million dollars. I heard it right! They said this auction requires a financial check, anyone with less than 10 million in their account doesnât even get in.â
He scratched his head and asked hesitantly, âMiss, do you still have money?â
The money her parents gave her, plus what she earned herself, was all invested in Villa Cascadaâs drug research.
Right now, she only had the card her brother gave her, which only had two hundred million, which was obviously not enough.
âI heard Mafia C is determined to win; they have enough moneyânot just 300 million, but even 3 billion they can afford.â
Once the bidding started, sheâd definitely be at a disadvantage.
Jack stopped talking when he saw Arabellaâs face; it was beyond grim. He swallowed and said, âMiss, the McMillan family hasnât paid us yet, and Shirley, I donât think we should bother savingâ
His last sentence seemed to hit a nerve with Arabella. She frowned and shot him a warning look.