Chapter 244 Regrets
The people inside the room were still clueless about whom Wynter was talking to. Meanwhile, the chat on the livestream channel was buzzing.
“Stay safe, host!”
Though Wynter’s voice held a hint of amusement, her eyes betrayed no warmth. “Next, I’ll be defending myself. Some scenes aren’t suitable for our viewers, so I’ll be shutting down for now.”
“What?”
“Oh damn, host. Don’t do anything risky! You’ll be in danger!”
“@RiverTour, why haven’t you shown up yet? What are you doing?”
While Wynter talked, she began undoing her buttons.
Hubert, puzzled by her actions, scratched his head. “Are you out of your mind? Why are you talking to yourself?”
However, Fanny’s expression changed abruptly as she remembered something. “You little devil, you were livestreaming just now!”
“Yep.” Wynter, with her long hair, chewed her gum. “Thanks to everyone, the views were “Yep.” Wynter, with her long hair, chewed her pretty good.”
Hubert frowned. “What livestream?”
Dickson wasn’t entirely sure either, so he turned to look at his wife. But Fanny’s face went deathly pale. She was about to say something when suddenly she coughed up blood. Dickson was shocked.
Panic spread among everyone in the room.
“Fanny!”
“Oh my God!”
“What’s happening?”
Fanny didn’t know either. Feeling breathless, her legs were giving way.
“The drug took longer than expected.” Wynter stood confidently, playing with her cherished purple sugilite pendant. “When you came to get me, did you even bother to check my medical skills?”
Chapter 244 Regrets.
Fanny couldn’t find her voice. Her hand was trembling as she reached out. At that moment, Hubert had already figured out what was going on. He exchanged a look with Dickson, gearing up to take action.
But before he could make a move, Wynter swiftly dodged and delivered a powerful kick with her long legs, her hair flowing gracefully. She didn’t hold back on the force of the kick.
Hubert’s knee cracked audibly as he was kicked, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Dickson tried to move, only to realize that he was experiencing the same symptoms as his wife. He felt too dizzy to muster any strength.
Hubert, now in pain, dropped the cocky demeanor he had moments ago. Cheryl, on the other hand, was even worse off. Her legs were trembling with fear.
“Where did Fanny find such a formidable opponent?
“Wasn’t she just an orphan, with no one to care for her and no background? Wasn’t she supposed to be dealt with like any other student before?
“What’s going on now?” Cheryl wondered.
“Why the fuck are you all just standing there? Call for help! Do something!” Hubert yelled. He had never felt so helpless.
Beny wanted to help, but he couldn’t even lift his leg. It was as if his feet were glued to the ground.
“You, you ate those noodles and drank the water! How are you okay…” Dickson was struggling to catch his breath.
As Wynter’s eyes scanned them, her beautiful face remained serene, but her demeanor had changed.
No longer innocent and naive, she now carried herself like a seasoned mercenary queen, her attitude relaxed.
“Oh, that stuff? I drink it for fun sometimes too. But for you guys, does the taste of poison sit well?”
“Poison?” Beny’s face went pale with fear. “Dickson, how does she know about poison?” Dickson was already at a loss for words.
Wynter shrugged nonchalantly. “Don’t bother asking him, he’s clueless.”
Dickson was indeed clueless. If he had known anything, he wouldn’t have brought Wynter back from Southdale. Now both Dickson and Fanny were consumed with regret, unable to
