She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 632: Devil's Tongue

The latter seemed to sense her gaze and lifted his head to look in her direction.

From a distance, their eyes met for a brief second, unnoticed by anyone.

Sophie lowered her head and gently adjusted Lewis's clothes, to prevent him from catching a cold.

Since the rules of the competition were to treat the opponent...

If treatment was needed, then illness had to precede it.

Therefore, Lucien proposed to poison each other first.

As he spoke, he took out a dark green medicine bottle from under his black robe and poured out a green, round pill.

He explained, "This medicine is called Devil's Tongue."

"As the name suggests, the person who ingests it will develop a rash all over their body within an hour. Their skin will turn blue and ultimately, deep green, before their blood vessels burst, leading to a violent death."

Poisoning?

Just as he made this proposal, the people around were shocked.

After all, this was just a medical competition. How did it escalate to the point of poisoning?

However, some people agreed to this proposal.

In previous medical competitions, it was merely about theoretical debate and on-site consultations, which was really boring.

So, when something like poisoning, only seen in novels, appeared in real life, it triggered the viewers' interests.

The judges were mostly discussing the safety of the competition process.

Bianca and Emily, after listening, brightened up and nodded in agreement with Lucien's words.

"Yes, now it's all about innovation. Monotonous competition rules are no fun."

"I support this kind of competition. After all, both of them are medical students. I believe Mr. Miller must be well-prepared with the antidote. It's foolproof." Mr. Miller nodded solemnly.

"I do have the antidote."

"I had it prepared before coming to Jostrana. If Miss Lawrence is unable to cure the poison I administer, I will bring it out."

Underneath the stage, everyone noticed that Cheyenne didn't respond immediately.

Many people speculated that she might be scared.

Leah, in particular, publicly taunted her, "What? Cheyenne, are you afraid?"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

At this, Yvonne turned back irritably, the first to show displeasure.

She increasingly felt that Leah was too annoying.

Eddie, on the other hand, considered that Cheyenne was pregnant now. How could she take poison?

Even if Lucien had the antidote, it was tailored for adults. What about its effectiveness on pregnant women?

Would there be side effects?

These were all unknowns.

More importantly, he didn't trust Lucien.

Lucien's eyes seemed deep and lifeless, yet exuded a dangerous aura, shrouded in mystery.

Just as everyone thought Cheyenne wouldn't agree to the competition, she spoke up, "I agree."

So what if it's poisoning?

She had the Thirteen Needles technique.

As long as she temporarily block her own meridians to prevent the spread of the poison, she believed that even without Lucien's antidote, she could save herself given some time. "Mr. Miller, since you're using poison, I will use my Edwards family's inherited Thirteen Needles!"

It was well-known that this needle technique could not only save lives, but also take them.

Iker couldn't help but tremble at her words.

"How could Miss Lawrence agree to such an unreasonable request?"

Lucien's eyebrows furrowed.

He was the one who proposed this. If he refused now, wouldn't it be losing face?

"Then I will comply with Miss Lawrence's request. Let's begin now."

"Just wait a moment," Iker suddenly stood up from his seat. He walked to the stage amidst the astonished gazes of everyone and stood next to Cheyenne.

He spoke up to Abel, "Mr. President, Cheyenne isn't feeling well. She's pregnant. Can I take the poison for her?"

Sophie was shocked that her older

brother was actually willing to

sacrifice himself for Cheyenne, Her gaze deepened, and she took a sharp breath. "Iker, are you out of your mind?"

He still had the unresolved Serpent Magic, how could he take the poison in such a situation? Cheyenne looked guilty and tugged at Iker's sleeve, whispering, "Master Iker, no need. I'm fine." She wasn't sure about what poison Lucien would use, but she had a chance to protect the baby. When Abel heard the news of Cheyenne's pregnancy, his gaze fell on her belly. He felt both joy and concern.

He hesitated. Selfishly, he agreed

with Iker's proposal. But in his mind, Iker was also a pillar of the country. If either of them were harmed in any way, it would be a loss for him. en.swhovels.net

He never thought the Jostrana guy was so ruthless, using poison in a competition. But the rules of the competition disallow him to go back

on his word in front of the media and the entire nation.

Seeing that Iker would take the poison for Cheyenne, Emily changed color and felt a strong hatred.

She clenched her fists and showed the anger in her veins. She remembered how he acted like a fool when they were together, only giving her a single rose on special occasions.

And now, for Cheyenne, he first made a splashy gift. And now, he willingly sacrificed himself. It seemed that he loved that wench to the core.

Emily felt extremely resentful and turned to look at Hayden beside her. And what about him? If one day she needed him to take poison for her, would he be willing? Hayden naturally read Emily's thoughts, coughed, but did not answer. His silence greatly disappointed Emily. Merchants are, indeed, driven by profit.

Unlike Iker, who came from a military background, loyal and courageous, with an iron will, daring to take responsibility.

Cheyenne's dissuasion was in vain, and Iker still decided to be her prop. Lucien also agreed.

Regardless of whether it was Cheyenne or Iker taking the poison, he was fully confident.

The poison he developed was unbreakable. The competition began, and that Lucien first poisoned Iker.

"It will take effect within half an hour after consumption."

"I understand."

As he spoke, Iker forcefully threw the pill into his own mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed it.

His actions were neat and decisive, without a trace of fear or reluctance.

Seeing him behave like this, Cheyenne couldn't help but feel touched deep down. Her eyes firmly assured Iker, "Master Iker, don't worry. No matter what, I will cure you."

Iker's face showed a faint smile.

"I trust you; that's why I entrust my life to you."