Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Fine Powder HB +10 pearls At the mention of Emrys, Charlotte flushed. “Weren’t we talking about the phone, Grandpa? Why are we suddenly talking about Mr. Lund? I… I’m not quite there with him!”

In her discomfort, she traced the ground with her foot in a coy manner.

Franklin grew even more morose. What a state we’re in!

He sighed once more.

“Do you think Mr. Lund exceptional, Charlotte?” Franklin asked sternly.

“Of course! He’s the best. Handsome, learned, and his bike goes faster than an Audi. My friends in cram class didn’t believe me when I told them this.”

Charlotte became chatty at the prospect of talking about Emrys, but she stopped herself when she noticed her grandfather’s odd expression. “What were you going to say to me, Grandpa?”

Franklin hesitated. “Since you know what a good man he is, how are you going to be worthy of him if you don’t buck up?”

Charlotte froze, speechless.

What does Grandpa mean by that? Does Mr. Lund think I’m not good enough and had Grandpa tell me? Oh, how hurtful!

Charlotte’s young, naïve heart felt as if it were breaking.

We haven’t even begun dating yet, but it’s already over. Oh, my heart! It hurts.

Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears. She looked as if she was going to cry, so Franklin hastened to comfort her. “It’s not that Mr. Lund thinks you’re not good enough. He just thinks it would be even better if you could improve.”

“That’s basically saying I’m not good enough!”

Unable to hold back the floodgates any longer, Charlotte wept.

Franklin could not bear to see her cry, so he concocted a lie. “Actually, Mr. Lund told me he would be with you if you manage to get into Snowywoods University.”

“Really?

“Yes, really.”

“You’d better not lie.”

In a damp, dark cave on a river bank crawling with snakes and scorpions, an emaciated old man Chapter 115 Fine Powder +10 pearls was sitting cross–legged with a gigantic gray python wrapped around his b*dy. Its head rested on the old man’s shoulder while its scarlet tongue flickered in the air.

The old man’s eyes were shut.

With a sudden grunt, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorting in agony.

“Who slayed my seven–colored centipede?”

Three men ran in, their faces pale, and fell to their knees in terror “What happened, Master?”

“Wilfred is dead!”

“What? He’s dead?”

The trio swayed on the spot.

The skeletal old man nodded. “I lost connection with the seven–colored centipede at a place called Jadeborough in Jazona. Go there at once and bring back Wilfred’s killer. I will cut him into pieces and feed him to the snake!”

“At once, Master.”

The thin old man scowled after the three pale men left. His strange eyes were no different from the vertical pupils of the giant python on his shoulders.

“How dare he kill my seven–colored centipede, which I have cultivated with so much care! I will skin you alive when I catch you!” the old man, Skorpios, roared.

It was not Wilfred’s death he lamented but the seven–colored centipede’s.

If not because he was close to a breakthrough, he would have gone to Jadeborough personally to deal with the offender.

In the meantime, Emrys had grounded the seven–colored centipede into medicinal powder, divided it into batches, and made it into tonic soup.

Centipede powder, with its properties to allay wind and spasms, detoxify the b*dy, and dispel stagnation, was a valuable medicinal ingredient.

Given the seven–colored centipede’s power, it made a potent medicine indeed.

Emrys needed only one–tenth of the powder to extract almost all of the venom within Yelena.

Cherished By Seven Sisters Chapter 116 The Procedure B +10 pearls Caylie brought some tonic soup over to the bed. “Come, Clumsy. Take your medicine.”

Yelena glared at the other woman. “Look at the state I’m in, Caylie! How could you make fun of me?”

“All right, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Uncharacteristically cheeky, Caylie chastised Yelena as she fed the latter, “I’m not picking on you, Lena, but you’re too old to be getting bitten by centipedes like that. I’m confused. Could it have been a centipede spirit?”

Standing in the corner, Emrys could not stifle a laugh.

You’re right, Caylie. It is a centipede spirit.

The women were not there when Emrys grounded the centipede into powder. He thought Caylie might not joke around so if she had seen how big the creature was.

Feeling guilty, Yelena did not share the truth with them.

After helping Yelena finish her medicine, Caylie sighed. “For some reason, plenty of awful things have been happening. First, it was the Chalker family slandering Caylie and Emrys, then the centipede biting Lena. Good thing the Chalker family has owned up and apologized. By the way, what is their purpose for going through all that trouble?”

Caylie racked her brains but could not figure out why.

Yelena, on the other hand, gazed quietly at Emrys with a thoughtful expression.

Though she had no evidence, her intuition told her Emrys was responsible for that.

It appears that Emrys is not only skilled at fighting and medicine. His secret identity is also something to behold!

Five minutes later, Emrys announced, “The medicine should be kicking in soon. I’ll begin administering acupuncture, Lena.”

“Mmm.”

Yelena’s voice was soft. She nodded lightly, and her cheeks tinged pink, making her look vivacious.

Caylie was a little jealous, but she exited the room nonetheless.

She knew that Emrys was going to administer the needles to Yelena’s chest, which was dangerous territory. As it was close to the heart, the slightest lapse in vigilance could have catastrophic consequences.