Chapter 172 Barking Up the Wrong Tree
The undercover operatives and protectors of the Harris n have maintained a spotless record devoid of any dubious dealings over the past couple of years, with no fresh faces joining their ranks recently.
Seems like the handiwork <i>of </i><i>Dark </i>Shadow, or maybe even that elderly fellow Heart K, Isabelle mused <i>silently</i><i>.</i>
“This toxin isn’t your typical stuff. It’s a slow burner. Perhaps your father is not the target here. Maybe we’re barking up the wrong tree, Isabelle reflected.
George nodded, sharing her sentiment.
Facing her, George remarked, “I’ve also been tackling thepany’s cleanup, but it’s a Herculean task.”
The upper echelons of the Harris Group are filled with family members and trusted allies, making them easy targets for investigation. The real challenge lies in scrutinising those lower down thedder.
Given the vast scope of subsidiaries and the sizable employee base, pinpointing a handful of moles is no walk in the park.
George scoffed. “Bold move, going after my Harris Group. They’ve got guts.”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
“I’ll let theme at us. They’ll be in for a rough ride. If the Harris Group’s their target, I’ve got time,” George asserted, his confidence bolstered by the Harris family’s financial might. Plus, he had multiple Harris Groups under his belt.
Isabelle chimed in, “Exactly, or else they’d go for you directly. Why bother poisoning your dad unless they’ve
at some scheme up their sleeve.”
George cautioned, his worry evident. “By stepping in to save my old man and throwing a wrench in their ns, you’re bound to stir up trouble for yourself.”
Isabelle smirked disdainfully, not bothering to dignify that with a reply.
George thought he finally had a valid excuse to take charge of her safety, but Isabelle brushed it off without a second thought, not even allowing him to get a word in.
As Sam arrived, he caught sight of Isabelle resting on Uncle George’s shoulder in the hallway.
Pausing briefly, he quietly turned and departed.
Mr. Garth reappeared at the hospital, lugging a hefty bag of herbs, while Dn trailed behind with two iron cages concealed beneath the cloth.
All that could be heard was the rustling sounding from inside the cage.
From the tense expression on Dn’s face, as if he wished his arm could stretch two metres long and he could throw the cage away at any moment, it seemed like the cage contained a rather unpleasant little
creature<b>.</b>
Dn inquired, “Miss Jenkins, can these rattlesnakes and scorpions serve <b>as </b>remedies? Can old Mr. Harris
consume them?”
Isabelle epted the cages and responded, “These are beneficial items, particrly the rattlesnake. Every
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when consumed, especially during the winter.”
“I’ll grab these, George remarked, reaching for the cages that Isabelle held out.
Mr. Garth, poised to jot down the <b>details</b><b>, </b><b>found </b>himself stunned by <b>Isabelle’s </b>remark about “winter melon in winter.” He hesitated, retracting his pen, attentively absorbing her unusual statement.
Dn asked, “What kind of remarkable benefits?”
Isabelle replied, “It’s capable of altering the human gic structure, boosting intelligence, and elevating IQ by twenty points.”
Dn’s eyes widened incredulously. “Seriously?”
Isabelle bluntly dered, “Total hoax.”
George shook his head, shooting Dn a nce before striding
off, almost conveying, You’re beyond <i>help</i>.
As <b>he </b>trailed behind Isabelle with the cage, George couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Can’t believe this.
Mr. Garth quickened his pace to catch up, unable to contain himself, and reminded Dn in simpler. terms. “Winter melons don’t <b>grow </b>in winter.”
Dn was confused.
Following a brief meal, Isabelle plunged back into theboratory, fully immersed in her tasks.
Despite Mr. Garth’s usual delivery of medicinal herbs, Isabelle bypassed them entirely, instead focusing her efforts on clearing out all the poisonous herbs and toxins.
George, noticing her finish, reached for a test tube from the nearby table.
In the vial rested a pristine white liquid, <b>akin </b>to water <b>in </b>appearance.
Yet Isabelle cautioned, “Take heed. This poison packs over twenty times the punch of the one detected <b>on </b>your father’s corpse.”
George regarded her with wide eyes, taken aback by the revtion.
It dawned on him then <b>that </b><b>she </b>was brewing poison, exining her earlier actions in extracting toxins from his father’s body.
Rubbing her achy neck, Isabelle offered reassurance. “Rx. It’s not meant for your father.”
“Then who’s the target?” George asked, startled by Isabelle’s unanticipated turn to poison.
This duplicitous move went against her typical demeanor. The only conceivable exnation was that their foe’s influence surpassed hers.
“For Dark Shadow?” George couldn’t fathom anyone else besides their elusive adversary.
Before he could utter another word, Isabelle cut in, “Mr. Harris, excessive cunning isn’t wise.” With a swift motion, she retrieved the, freshly concocted poison from George’s grasp and stowed it away in <b>her </b>pocket.
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“Come on, let’s rid your father of this toxin,” she dered, ushering them forward.
Old Mr. Harris’s condition demanded urgent action regarding the poison.
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After the surgery, Isabelle had him rest on the hospital bed briefly. During this time, she brewed up a dose of poison.
Given the hospital’s <b>constraints</b>, Isabelle couldn’t do much. Thus, she directed George to take old Mr. Harris back to the <b>family </b>residence.
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