“Damn-“
Auguste barely uttered a word before the itchiness engulfed him, leaving him no choice but to stand in place and scratch incessantly. Tyree and the other masked individuals all pointed their guns at Bonnie. “She drugged Mr. Auguste and must be captured!”
Everyone echoed, “Yes!”
As they approached, Bonnie immediately made a gesture to stop them.
“Don’t rush. Let me kindly inform you that no one in this world besides me can cure the poison in Mr. Auguste. If you make me unhappy, Mr. Auguste will be in trouble.”
Despite the bloodstains on Auguste’s body from scratching, he refused to bow down to Bonnie. “Do you think your words can threaten us?”
Bonnie smiled. “I believe you’ve heard of the famous Arvandor physician, Dr. Fanelli Bonaldi, right?”
Auguste felt a sense of foreboding.
“I have, but what does she have to do with this?”
Bonnie’s smile widened.
“You just mentioned my expertise in toxicology. Now, why would I bring up Dr. Fanelli Bonaldi? Can’t you guess my intentions?”
Realizing Bonnie’s implication, Auguste’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “You… could it be… you…”
He was too stunned to continue. Never in a million years did he expect Bonnie to be Dr. Fanelli Bonaldi.
Bonnie remained calm. “Judging by your reaction, you must have heard of Dr. Fanelli. So, do you think anyone else in the world can cure the poison I administered?”
With each word Bonnie spoke, Auguste and Tyree’s faces grew darker.
Glancing at them lightly, Bonnie continued, “Of course, you can try your luck with other doctors, but with your current condition, you’ll be itching unbearably within an hour. Even if you scratch yourself, it won’t help.
“You’ll have to ask your subordinates to scratch you. And in the end, there’s only one outcome for you-scratching yourself to death.”
Even though Auguste didn’t want to believe what Bonnie was saying, he was forced to accept it as his body began to respond violently.
“So, what do you want?” Auguste gritted his teeth.
He would have been more cautious if he had known Bonnie was so clever.
“My conditions are simple. Let us go, and I’ll have the antidote sent to you later.”
Auguste frowned while weighing whether Bonnie’s words were worth believing.
Tyree suddenly spoke up, “Mr. Auguste, she’s a cunning fraud. Don’t believe her! We should capture her, torture her severely, and I believe she’ll hand over the antidote.”
Auguste had been unsure whether to believe Bonnie’s words, but he thought Tyree made sense. He looked at Bonnie with chilling hostility.
“You’re right. We should capture her, torture her severely, and force her to give up the antidote!”
