bookrandom Chapter 868: Toxic Powder
Chapter 868: Toxic Powder
Is the owner of this desk going to be Summer Monroe now?
Great, isn’t Summer Monroe somewhat famous online because of her looks? Then we’ll make sure she’ll be too ashamed to show her face!
Claire Woodward swiftly searched through her luggage bag and quickly found a bottle of pale yellow powder, which she then evenly sprinkled on the desk.
Her desk was specially replaced, made from old elm wood, and the surface had natural grooves.
Once the powder fell into the grooves, it quickly blended with the surface, impossible to notice unless observed carefully.
Just a touch of this stuff, and soon the skin will begin to itch and fester. Without a special antidote, it will eventually ruin one’s face beyond repair.
Claire coldly curled her lips, picturing Summer’s face ruined and feeling much better about her formerly frustrated mood.
She let out a humph of laughter, bent over with her luggage bag, and walked out of the office.
After leaving the hospital, Claire dialed Mio Osborne’s number again.
No answer.
Damn it! What is this Mio Osborne up to?
Has he completely forgotten what I said to him at noon?
Just as Claire prepared to head straight to the school, Mio suddenly returned her call.
Claire’s mood eased slightly, and she asked, "Why didn’t you pick up the phone earlier?"
"I was taking a shower." Mio’s voice was cold, yet carried an indescribable restraint that Claire found hard to describe.
Suddenly, she recalled the night they spent together under the influence of certain substances.
Setting aside other matters, Mio’s skills in bed were indeed remarkable; she almost missed them.
Claire cleared her throat, her voice unconsciously softening as she spoke, "Sorry, I unexpectedly had a surgery, so I was late. Shall I come to the school to pick you up now?"
Mio’s voice remained icy, "I’ll give you half an hour. If you’re not here in half an hour, I’ll go back and sleep."
"Alright, I’ll definitely be there within half an hour."
While speaking, Claire rushed towards the parking lot.
On the other end of the phone, Mio was somewhat surprised. Regardless of how long Claire kept him waiting, he would still wait. After all, he was in a passive position, and Claire could bring everything down at any moment.
But why did Claire suddenly become so agreeable?
Mio shook his head, telling himself not to dwell on these pointless thoughts, then picked up the hair dryer and began drying his hair.
...
One hour later.
Claire’s car was parked at the gate of the Woodward Family’s old residence.
The Woodward Family’s old residence was a sizable courtyard, but its value exceeded a hundred million.
Once becoming the Family Head, the old residence would belong to the new head.
On the way, Claire kept talking about the benefits of being the Family Head, but Mio wasn’t interested in those.
As soon as the car stopped, he lifted his foot to walk inside.
After all, it was a family gathering, and he could leave after showing his face—early in, early out.
"Mio!" Claire quickly called out to Mio, pointing at the items in the trunk, "Don’t go in empty-handed. You need to seriously help me act out this scene!"
Mio turned his gaze, only to see the trunk filled with gift boxes of various sizes.
Claire said, "These were all bought according to the family’s preferences. I’ll say you purchased them; if you don’t know what to say, I’ll help you. But you need to carry them."
"Got it." Mio’s face darkened as he picked up the gift boxes, his hands full.
Claire only carried her own bag, and with her other hand, intimately linked arms with Mio.