Chapter 310 Slow Poisoning

• Wynter was both beautiful and shrewd, which is a quality that a real heiress Quinnell would have. None of the domestic workers ventured to contest her identity. They were unable to stop gazing at her. They observed her crossing the threshold to enter the research in long, self-assured steps. Her attractiveness was undeniable as the crew admired her well-sculpted profile. Wynter never imagined that her appearance might captivate a crowd. alone, not that she was much interested in pleasing others. The poisons that were making their way worried her more. via Fabian's framework.
• Fabian sprung to his feet and smiled at Wynter as the study door opened. "Wynter, come on over so I can look at you. Are you chilly?" That Yarwood brat informed me his entourage promised greater security, so I would have sent my fleet of cars to take you to Kingbourne instead. Where is your granny, anyway? Wynter said, "She said she'll come over another day," and promptly reached out to check Fabian's pulse. "How are you feeling? Grandpa? Fabian felt all right. "I believe my temper got the better of me." Wynter took out her black purse without saying anything further and took a silver needle that came from it. Then, quickly, she inserted the needle into Fabian's point of acupuncture detoxification.
• Upon extracting the needle, the tip was almost entirely black. Wynter's expression was bleak. Fabian stopped. "Is that... poison, Wynter?" Indeed. The poisons gradually accumulated in your body. Wynter finished while putting her needles away. She pulled a stalk from a long, rectangular box that she had removed. of herb. "Alexis, get the roots taken out and only the stem and foliage. The roots are dangerous, though, so proceed with caution.