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!

more needles at various other pressure points, while Neil soon recovered as if

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 told him. “He’s afflicted with Snowshade, a technique of the Spirit Hill Sect. It lurks within those nodes to destroy nerves and veins from within, and

had read about the poison in old books, and he snapped,

medium. And the poison in the bottle wasn’t cold–it’s definitely not Snowshade!” “Have I

nose. “It’s just a little catalyst called pee.” “Pfft-” Vicky snickered without a

good for your health.” “Then

That must be it!