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!

at various other pressure points, while Neil soon recovered as if he was

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,”

read about the poison in old books,

nodes, but it needs a medium. And the poison in the bottle wasn’t cold–it’s

a little catalyst

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

That must be it!