A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The guy continued, “This poison won’t be activated until coffee is consumed. Moreover, the higher the quality of the beans, the quicker its reaction. That is why I had to be rushed to the hospital.”

His words got the reporters to murmur endlessly.

“No wonder they fall ill after they drank up. Tums out, the poison needed coffee to activate. That also means that there is nothing wrong with Soir Coffee’s products. Everyone would fall ill no matter which coffee shop they go to.”

“It’s not just that there is nothing wrong with Soir Coffee. The fact that the so—called victims became ill before they even exited the shop proves that Soir Coffee uses quality beans?’-

“Gah, the more I think about it, the more terrifying this is. If this product ever gets sold, anyone who wants to frame any coffee shop can just lace the products with this poison. It can disrupt the peace in the entire community!”

“It will never be sold. Our country had always banned the use of this type of poison. I can’t believe that idiot actually smuggled it in from Manchernius. He is so dead.” The sound of a squad marching was soon heard. Everyone turned their attention over and was scared out of their minds when they saw the uniform that the squad had on.

“It’s the Specialized Forces!”

his back and shifted

with Manchemius’ illegal organizations and the illegal importation of products. We hereby arrest you for the crimes you have committed. You have the right to remain

his piece, a member of

few times. His lips parted like he had something to say, but it only took him a

Specialized Forces weren’t like regular cops and would only take action after they had indisputable evidence with them. Them showing up meant that things were set in stone, and

regret and hopelessness. He kept everything well hidden, but he

the bribes via his

his greed would reveal his sins and made it impossible for him to

became uncontrollable. Hence, he decided to vent

passed. My family won’t be ruined if it weren’t for you! This is all your fault. All. Your. Fault! I will curse you every day, and I hope you die a terrible death,” roared Howard.