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!

twelve more needles at various other pressure points, while Neil soon

“If I’m not mistaken, 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 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 the needles won’t stop it for that long.” Paul did a double

poison in old books, and he snapped,

the poison in the bottle wasn’t cold–it’s definitely not Snowshade!” “Have I ever said there’s poison in the bottle?” “Then what is it?!” Paul

a little catalyst called

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

That must be it!