Yvette stared at Charles for a few seconds, then let out a coldugh


    Charles clenched his fingers tightly, unable to lift his head. He knew he’d been injected with No.7 Toxin


    Even if they found Miracle Doctor, he’d never be back to his peak. He’d end up a total wreck. As the head of ze Hall, he’d made countless enemies. If they found him like this, the line to take his life would be endless. He thought that it was better to end it himself than be humiliated by others.


    Charles struggled to speak. Yve, even if I make it, I’ll be useless. Don’t worry about me.”


    Yvette’s expression turned colder, irritation and fierceness in her brows. “Better to live struggling than to die. If your hands don’t work, use your feet. If your feet fail, use your head. If the body’s done, use your brains to get by. Stop whining like a kid. If I’d known I’d teach you to be like this, I’d have put a bullet in you back then.”


    Flying Fish nodded in agreement. In their world, just like Charles’s, dignity meant little. Survival was everything.


    Upon hearing this, Charles was utterly stunned, unable to respond.


    He’d always seen Yvette as a ruthless force in training. He thought she valued dignity above all. No one had ever told him that living, even just surviving, mattered more. The Goodman family had ingrained in him that falling into enemy hands meant suicide was the only option to retain dignity.


    Yvette didn’t like owing favors. She knew Charles wouldn’t be in this mess with Braydon if it weren’t for her. Years ago, she’d promised Damian to take on an apprentice and chose Charles from seventy-two candidates.


    She wasn’t one for sympathy; obedient ones got help, others didn’t.


    After a while, Charles looked up, eyes bloodshot, and said, “Yve, I want to live. Even if my body’s wrecked, I believe I can climb back to the top on my own.”


    Yvette’s gaze softened, her long fingers tapping the armrest, a hint of a smile. “Your body won’t be wrecked. Tomorrow someone will bring the antidote.”


    Charles was stunned, and even Flying Fish was taken aback. They both knew Yvette wouldn’t speak lightly or without reason,


    Seeing the mood lighten, Flying Fish plopped down on the sofa. She stayed on her feet earlier in case she needed a quick escape if Yvette got mad. As for where Yvette got the antidote, neither of them asked.


    Flying Fish said, “Hey, Charles! You heard the boss-there’ll be an antidote tomorrow. Pull yourself together, man! I’m starting to wonder if I rescued the wrong guy. The ze Hall leader everyone’s talking about sure isn’t acting like this!”


    Since his rescue, Charles had been unemotional until Yvette arrived.


    He managed a smile, and Flying Fish gawked like she’d seen a miracle.


    Charles chuckled bitterly, “I’m no longer the ze Hall leader. I’m just Charles now.”


    Flying Fish shrugged and hurt Charles again. “True enough, Braydon’s pretty ruthless. You’ve been with him for years, and instead of talking things out, he hits you with the No.7 Toxin. It’s clear he’s out to torment, not kill. No wonder he’s got Everyone in Mysonna under his thumb.”


    Then she threw in some ttery, gazing at Yvette with admiration. “Lucky for you, our boss is all-powerful and even got the antidote for the No.7 Toxin. Otherwise, you’d be toast.”


    Yvette fiddled with her phone, having just received a new message. [Ms. Zeller, we found the traitor. It is Fiona, a Level 2 Pharmacist. She took 15 million dors from Braydon and has been expelled from theb.]


    Yvette’s eyes were downeast longshes casting shadows, her gaze clear and cold.


    Charles paused at Flying Fish’s words. He thought, Is her boss the same as my mentor? This girl, Flying Fish, has managed to infiltrate the Goodman family, extract me, and hide me without raising any rms. It is no small feat.


    I know all too well how tight the Goodman family’s security is. Getting out alone is hard enough, let alone with me in tow Clearly, she isn’t just anyone.


    The No.7 Toxin, from Mysonna’s top medicalbs, was something even Braydon could only acquire through shady means. Yet, Yvette had the antidote effortlessly.


    Braydon always tried various strategies to keep Yvette around. Charles used to worry about her, but now he saw it was probably his anxiety that was misced.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    At the Goodman residence, Braydon listened to Fiona’s sobbing over the phone, his expression growing more menacing. His carefully nted operative in theb was now expelled. He wondered, “How did this happen?


    Fiona hadn’t noticed Braydon’s change in demeanor and continued her ramble. Having been thrown out of theb, she now clung to Braydon for support.


    Braydon said, “Shut up. I’ll set you up at the Goodman family’s pharmaceuticalpany. If you don’t win an award at next year’s international medicalpetition, you’re done for.”


    Terrified by Braydon’s words, Fiona promised repeatedly to secure high rankings.


    Braydon hung up the phone, his face twisted with a terrifying ferocity, his sharp features clouded with menace.


    A knock sounded at the door.


    Braydon said, “Come in”


    Carson, the head of the Punishment Hall and Braydon’s most trusted subordinate, entered. His schrly face seemed at odds with his cold demeanor.


    With a respectful bow, Carson spoke without a hint of warmth. Boss, the Tiger Head issue has been dealt with. Burley’s family had a car ident this morning-no survivors. His mistress took the money, and the three-month-old in her belly is gone.


    Braydon nodded in satisfaction, lighting a cigar as he stared at Carson. “Charles was rescued yesterday by someone Yvette sent.


    Carson was already aware. He thought, ‘Charles, stubbornly clinging to his rules, is oblivious. Years ago, only Charles and I remained in the final test of the seventy-two candidates. I am superior in every aspect, yet she chose Charles as her disciple.


    ‘But what does it matter now if Charles is rescued? The No.7 Toxin Braydon injected into him is from Mysonna’s topbs- no one, not even the Goodman family’s own pharmaceutical group, can do anything about it. Charles is doomed.”


    The thought of Charles dying thrilled Carson. Nothing made him happier. He thought, “I was the best, and Yvette had been blind to pick someone as ipetent as Charles Carson concealed his cold smile.