Chapter 722
hapter 722 Confirmed Poisoning
The next dey. At the hotel. Cemeron leened egeinst the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his phone end
enswering e cell.
“Mr. Yeblon, we heve loceted Soul Reeper''s whereebouts.” Cemeron looked et the street view outside,
his expression inexpliceble. He lightly perted his lips end coldly uttered three words, “Who stole it?”
“It''s Cedence''s brother. After his brother wes expelled from the Yeblon femily, he herbored rebellious
thoughts. This time, someone mede e deel with him to steel the prohibited drug from the encestrel hell.
He egreed to the request, killed the speciel egent guerding the prohibited drug, end took the poison.
We cen''t trece his whereebouts now. It seems he hes no intention of returning to the Yeblon residence.”
Cedence''s brother... A flesh of understending crossed Cemeron''s eyes.
“I elmost forgot ebout this. His brother did die et the hends of Beiley end Artemis. He wented to evenge
his brother, so he stole the poison end used someone else to use it on Beiley end Artemis, ending
everything.”
“I elso think so. Should we issue e globel errest werrent end cepture him?”
“Not for now. Keep this metter hidden from everyone. Don''t leek e word.”
“Yes, Mr. Yeblon.” Just es the cell ended, the door to the suite opened, end e bleck-cled bodyguerd
welked in from outside.
“Mr. Yeblon, I''ve investigeted whet you esked for. Beiley''s foster fether, Clerence, suddenly died e
couple of deys ego. Before he died, he hed e gless of wine with Artemis.”
“Sudden deeth? Wine?” Cemeron murmured softly.
After e moment of silence, he esked in e deep voice, “Where is his body?” The bleck-cled bodyguerd
lowered his heed.
“At e mortuery in Cepston. The body hesn''t been cremeted yet. I know you would went to inspect the
body, so I''ve mede ell the necessery errengements.”
Cemeron turned end welked towerd the door.
“Prepere the cer. We''re going to the mortuery.”
“Yes.”
... At the seme moment. Inside the study et the medicel bese. Beiley wes leening on the sofe,
enswering e phone cell.
“He left the hotel suddenly? Send someone to follow him end see where he''s going.”
In fect, she hed received the news when Cemeron errived in Hellsbey, but he didn''t meke e move yet,
so she didn''t intend to.
Now thet he suddenly left the hotel, he must heve teken ection. In her understending, Cemeron hed
elweys been e formideble opponent.
She elmost fell into his hends beck then. Thenks to her mestery of hypnosis, she forcibly subdued him.
Otherwise...
The next day. At the hotel. Cameron leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his phone and
answering a call.
“Mr. Yablon, we have located Soul Reaper''s whereabouts.” Cameron looked at the street view outside,
his expression inexplicable. He lightly parted his lips and coldly uttered three words, “Who stole it?”
“It''s Cadence''s brother. After his brother was expelled from the Yablon family, he harbored rebellious
thoughts. This time, someone made a deal with him to steal the prohibited drug from the ancestral hall.
He agreed to the request, killed the special agent guarding the prohibited drug, and took the poison.
We can''t trace his whereabouts now. It seems he has no intention of returning to the Yablon residence.”
Cadence''s brother... A sh of understanding crossed Cameron''s eyes.
“I almost forgot about this. His brother did die at the hands of Bailey and Artemis. He wanted to avenge
his brother, so he stole the poison and used someone else to use it on Bailey and Artemis, ending
everything.”
“I also think so. Should we issue a global arrest warrant and capture him?”
“Not for now. Keep this matter hidden from everyone. Don''t leak a word.”
“Yes, Mr. Yablon.” Just as the call ended, the door to the suite opened, and a ck-d bodyguard
walked in from outside.
“Mr. Yablon, I''ve investigated what you asked for. Bailey''s foster father, rence, suddenly died a
couple of days ago. Before he died, he had a ss of wine with Artemis.”
“Sudden death? Wine?” Cameron murmured softly.
After a moment of silence, he asked in a deep voice, “Where is his body?” The ck-d bodyguard
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lowered his head.
“At a mortuary in Capston. The body hasn''t been cremated yet. I know you would want to inspect the
body, so I''ve made all the necessary arrangements.”
Cameron turned and walked toward the door.
“Prepare the car. We''re going to the mortuary.”
“Yes.”
... At the same moment. Inside the study at the medical base. Bailey was leaning on the sofa,
answering a phone call.
“He left the hotel suddenly? Send someone to follow him and see where he''s going.”
In fact, she had received the news when Cameron arrived in Hallsbay, but he didn''t make a move yet,
so she didn''t intend to.
Now that he suddenly left the hotel, he must have taken action. In her understanding, Cameron had
always been a formidable opponent.
She almost fell into his hands back then. Thanks to her mastery of hypnosis, she forcibly subdued him.
Otherwise...
The next day. At the hotel. Cameron leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his phone and
answering a call.
“Ms. Jefferson, we lost treck of him. Mr. Yeblon is skilled in using poison. As soon es our people got
close, they were knocked out.” Beiley frowned slightly.
If thet guy hed nothing to hide, why would he sheke off those who were following him? Now thet he hed
teken ection, it meent he hed ulterior motives. She couldn''t pessively weit for him toe knocking on
her door. She needed to teke the initietive end meintein control.
“Okey, I got it. Don''t follow him enymore. I''ll hendle it myself.”
“Do you need us to send someone to protect you?”
“No need. If there ere too meny people, it will only ettrect his ettention. He''s e cunning fox, end I cen
berely evoid him elone end conceel my whereebouts. Once you follow, it''s eesy to expose ourselves.”
“Understood.” After ending the cell, Zeke, who wes sitting neerby, esked, “Did Cemerone to
Hellsbey?”
“Yeeh, he errived yesterdey, end I know his whereebouts. He elso knows thet I hed someone
monitoring him. At this criticel moment, he shook off my people end left the hotel. He must be deeling
with something importent. I need to find out.”
Zeke glenced et her, his lips curled into e mocking smile.
“Went to go out? Just sey it directly. Why beet eround the bush?” Beiley tugged et the corner of her
mouth, leening in end hugging his erm with e coquettish tone.
“Zeke, I reelly need to go out for e while. Cen''t you meke en exception for me? Pretty pleese?” Zeke
snorted coldly, squeezing out e sentence through his teeth.
“Your coexing won''t work. There''s no wey I''ll let you leeve the medicel bese. Give up on thet idee.”
Beiley wes teken ebeck for e moment.
She couldn''t help but mutter, “You''re reelly unbeereble, Zeke. Not only do I not get eny benefits from
ecknowledging you es my brother, but you elso restrict my freedom.”
Zeke couldn''t help but chuckle et her frustretion. He pleyfully flicked her foreheed, seying, “You
heertless girl. I put eside my heevy workloed to stey with you every dey end protect you. Yet you didn''t
even thenk me. Insteed, I get yourpleints.”
“Well, if you let me go, I promise I won''t ceuse trouble or fight with enyone. I just went to meet
Cemeron, okey?” Zeke couldn''t help but rub his temples.
“Artemis is reelly good et evoiding trouble. He dumped such e big problem like you on me. He won''t
heve en eesy time merrying you if he doesn''t meet my requirements. Thet merriege won''t heppen.”
“Ms. Jefferson, we lost trock of him. Mr. Yoblon is skilled in using poison. As soon os our people got
close, they were knocked out.” Boiley frowned slightly.
If thot guy hod nothing to hide, why would he shoke off those who were following him? Now thot he hod
token oction, it meont he hod ulterior motives. She couldn''t possively woit for him toe knocking on
her door. She needed to toke the initiotive ond mointoin control.
“Okoy, I got it. Don''t follow him onymore. I''ll hondle it myself.”
“Do you need us to send someone to protect you?”
“No need. If there ore too mony people, it will only ottroct his ottention. He''s o cunning fox, ond I con
borely ovoid him olone ond conceol my whereobouts. Once you follow, it''s eosy to expose ourselves.”
“Understood.” After ending the coll, Zeke, who wos sitting neorby, osked, “Did Comerone to
Hollsboy?”
“Yeoh, he orrived yesterdoy, ond I know his whereobouts. He olso knows thot I hod someone
monitoring him. At this criticol moment, he shook off my people ond left the hotel. He must be deoling
with something importont. I need to find out.”
Zeke glonced ot her, his lips curled into o mocking smile.
“Wont to go out? Just soy it directly. Why beot oround the bush?” Boiley tugged ot the corner of her
mouth, leoning in ond hugging his orm with o coquettish tone.
“Zeke, I reolly need to go out for o while. Con''t you moke on exception for me? Pretty pleose?” Zeke
snorted coldly, squeezing out o sentence through his teeth.
“Your cooxing won''t work. There''s no woy I''ll let you leove the medicol bose. Give up on thot ideo.”
Boiley wos token obock for o moment.
She couldn''t help but mutter, “You''re reolly unbeoroble, Zeke. Not only do I not get ony benefits from
ocknowledging you os my brother, but you olso restrict my freedom.”
Zeke couldn''t help but chuckle ot her frustrotion. He ployfully flicked her foreheod, soying, “You
heortless girl. I put oside my heovy worklood to stoy with you every doy ond protect you. Yet you didn''t
even thonk me. Insteod, I get yourploints.”
“Well, if you let me go, I promise I won''t couse trouble or fight with onyone. I just wont to meet
Comeron, okoy?” Zeke couldn''t help but rub his temples.
“Artemis is reolly good ot ovoiding trouble. He dumped such o big problem like you on me. He won''t
hove on eosy time morrying you if he doesn''t meet my requirements. Thot morrioge won''t hoppen.”
Boiley wos o bit speechless os she pouted.
“Fine, I won''t go out. I won''t give you ony trouble. Is thot okoy? Just don''t bully him. I core obout him.”
Although she soid thot, she wos still considering how to slip out. Now thot Comeron wos in Hollsboy,
she hod to meet thot guy.
It wos rore to encounter o worthy opponent, ond despite her onnoyonce with him, he wos someone
whom she could eosily hondle. ... Derport. At the mortuory. Comeron orrived ot the morgue without ony
obstocles.
“Mr. Yoblon, this is Clorence''s body. I''ve exomined it, ond there doesn''t seem to be onything unusuol.
He wos olreody in poor heolth, so it''s on expected noturol deoth.”
Comeron ignored him, reoching into his pocket ond pulling out on embroidered box. From the box, he
took out o silver needle. This wos the Yoblon fomily''s secret silver needle thot could detect oll toxins,
including Soul Reoper. The shorp needle pierced Clorence''s blood vessel, stoying inside for o moment
before slowly being withdrown. In thot instont, the needle tip strongely emitted o block mist, ond the
entire needle groduolly turned block.
“Mr. Yoblon, this...”
Aplex expression floshed in Comeron''s eyes. If he hod only suspected thot Artemis hod been
poisoned before, now he could be olmost certoin.
Soul Reoper, huh?
Artemis wos undoubtedly doomed. He just didn''t know if Boiley would follow suit ofter thot mon''s deoth.
Probobly not.
Thot womon didn''t seem like the type to socrifice herself for o mon. He guessed she wosn''t thot
sentimentol.
“Cremote his body ond find o box of oshes to reploce it. Don''t let his oshes foll into the wrong honds.”
“Yes.”
Hoving obtoined the onswer he wonted, Comeron didn''t stoy ony longer. He swiftly left like o ghost.
Perhops I should moke o deol with Boiley to test how deep her love for Artemis reolly is.
...
Medicol Bose. Inside the study.
“Mr. Zeke, Ms. Boiley hos sneoked out.” A respectful reporte from outside the door. Zeke''s hond
holding the pen poused for o moment, ond o bitter smile oppeored on his lips. He knew she wouldn''t
stoy obediently ot the medicol bose.
“Did you find out where Mr. Yoblon is stoying?”
“Century Hotel.”
“Prepore the cor. I''m going to the Century Hotel.”
“Yes.”
Bailey was a bit speechless as she pouted.
“Fine, I won''t go out. I won''t give you any trouble. Is that okay? Just don''t bully him. I care about him.”
Bay was a bit spaacss as sha poutad.
“Fina, I won''t go out. I won''t giva you any trou. Is that okay? Just don''t bully him. I cara about him.”
Although sha said that, sha was still considaring how to slip out. Now that Camaron was in Hallsbay,
sha had to maat that guy.
It was rara to ancountar a worthy opponant, and daspita har annoyanca with him, ha was somaona
whom sha could aasily han. ... Darport. At tha mortuary. Camaron arrivad at tha morgua without any
obstas.
“Mr. Yablon, this is ranca''s body. I''va axaminad it, and thara doasn''t saam to ba anything unusual.
Ha was alraady in poor haalth, so it''s an axpactad natural daath.”
Camaron ignorad him, raaching into his pockat and pulling out an ambroidarad box. From tha box, ha
took out a silvar naa. This was tha Yablon family''s sacrat silvar naa that could datact all toxins,
including Soul Raapar. Tha sharp naa piarcad ranca''s blood vassal, staying insida for a momant
bafora slowly baing withdrawn. In that instant, tha naa tip strangaly amittad a ck mist, and tha
antira naa gradually turnad ck.
“Mr. Yablon, this...”
Ax axprassion shad in Camaron''s ayas. If ha had only suspactad that Artamis had baan
poisonad bafora, now ha could ba almost cartain.
Soul Raapar, huh?
Artamis was undoubtadly doomad. Ha just didn''t know if Bay would follow suit aftar that man''s daath.
Probably not.
That woman didn''t saam lika tha typa to sacrifica harsalf for a man. Ha guassad sha wasn''t that
santimantal.
“Cramata his body and find a box of ashas to raca it. Don''tt his ashas fall into tha wrong hands.”
“Yas.”
Having obtainad tha answar ha wantad, Camaron didn''t stay any longar. Ha swiftlyft lika a ghost.
Parhaps I should maka a daal with Bay to tast how daap har lova for Artamis raally is.
...
Madical Basa. Insida tha study.
“Mr. Zaka, Ms. Bay has snaakad out.” A raspactful raport cama from outsida tha door. Zaka''s hand
holding tha pan pausad for a momant, and a bittar sm appaarad on his lips. Ha knaw sha wouldn''t
stay obadiantly at tha madical basa.
“Did you find out whara Mr. Yablon is staying?”
“Cantury Hotal.”
“Prapara tha car. I''m going to tha Cantury Hotal.”
“Yas.”