The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 153

Paul laughed just then. "How should we do this, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank stood, his hands clasped behind his back with confidence. "Anything's fine. You can pick what you're best at."

Paul pursed his lips—the brat could really put on airs!

After a long while, he said, "I'm most adept at poison. Why don't we test our skill with that? You and I shall both pick a poison and then attempt to nullify it."

"No problem." Frank nodded.

Neil sneered beside them. "Since you're that confident, why don't we raise the stakes? Ingest the poison directly, and we will get to see the full extent of either of your abilities."

He had absolute faith in Paul, and they could use this as an excuse to kill Frank too.

"Ingest the poison directly? What?" Vicky frowned.

"Exactly what it means. Both Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Keaton will ingest the poison directly and nullify it," Neil explained.

Everyone gasped—that was going too far!

"I refuse!" Vicky protested right away. "You're crazy, Neil!"

Frank was one in a million—she did not want anything bad happening to him!

"You're being too prudent, cousin." Neil chuckled, turning toward Frank with a look of disdain. "Mr. Lawrence there is perfectly calm and even fearless, right?"

Frank smiled, perfectly aware what Neil was up to. "I absolutely agree, Mr. Turnbull—but only if you ingest the poison yourself."

"What…"

Caught off guard, Neil was stumped.

Was he waiting for this?!

Vicky rubbed her forehead exasperatedly—no one could change Frank's mind once he made his choice!

Just then, Paul took a small bottle from his pouch, stroking his beard and saying nonchalantly, "This is called the Heartblazer. Just five grams can kill a person—I've perfected it over twenty years by gathering every toxic herb in the world. It's tasteless and odorless, so it's hard to detect. Only I have it, having concocted just the fifty grams you can see here."

Everyone scowled at his introduction—just five grams could kill? That was terrible!

Paul simply looked at everyone in turn with a smug smile and asked Frank, "Do you dare have a taste, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank chuckled. "Why not?"

He took the bottle, holding it in front of his nose, sniffing it a little.

Then, before anyone knew what was happening, he reared his head and chugged it.

"Frank!" Vicky cried.