The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Neil rolled around and screamed, his sweat was turning into ice while faint vapor swirled around him.

It was a scary sight–even Vicky was stunned as she looked on, since she had experienced the same symptoms when she was poisoned with Snowshade.

Still, Paul was smiling after reading the signs. “Calm down, Mr. Turnbull. The poison you took is cold–I can help you.” Neil breathed a sigh of relief–the poison was no issue for Paul!

Whipping out a box of silver needles right then, he inserted one in the center of Neil’s solar plexus.

Neil was delighted right then–all his pain was gone!

points, while Neil soon recovered as if

you were using cold poison,” Paul stroked his beard as he gloated as well, “Shame. I have studied that discipline myself years ago.” Frank chuckled coolly, however. “It is cold poison, geezer, but not your run–of– the–mill cold poison. Your needles have merely stopped its effects for now–you didn’t break the poison at all.” “Nonsense,” Paul snapped. “I’ve checked Mr. Turnbull. The poison is gone.” “Really? Why don’t you check his central nerve nodes?” Frank

about the poison in old books, and he snapped,

but it needs a medium. And the poison in the bottle wasn’t cold–it’s definitely not Snowshade!” “Have I ever said there’s poison in the

just a little catalyst called pee.” “Pfft-” Vicky snickered without a

then. “You made me drink pee?!” Frank shrugged. “It’s good for your health.” “Then when did you poison Mr. Turnbull…” Paul

That must be it!