Chapter 87


    Armand frowned. “Speak clearly!” “For example, a person can make himself better by taking medicine


    or sweating through exercises if he catches a cold,” Timothy exined. “It is the same for both of


    them.” Steven understood what Timothy meant, and his expression changed slightly. “I’m going out to


    make a phone call.” “I’ve said the effect of this kind of prohibited medicine is very strong. A normal


    person can’t withstand it.” Timothy held out his hand and stopped Steven. “If I remember correctly,


    Patrick doesn’t have a girlfriend. Is… Is he a virgin?” Steven remained silent. Timothy side-eyed Steven


    and said, “You rashly called a girl toe over. Aren’t you afraid that the girl will lose her life if Patrick


    loses control?” Frustrated, Steven remained rooted on the spot. He was the person taking care of


    Patrick in the room just now, and he no doubt knew thetter’s condition. Patrick was like a psycho just


    now. However, the antidote they had now could only save one of them. “Actually, it’s easy to solve this


    problem.” Timothy raised his chin at Armand and gave his suggestion. “I make the antidote for Patrick,


    whereas you go and take care of Genevieve, Armand. Patrick has followed you for a long time and


    risked his life for you, Armand. Are you not going to save him?” Seeing Armand, who stood in front of


    the window, remain silent, Timothy continued to provoke him, “Armand, Genevieve is your legal wife.


    You’ve already slept with her. Why are you hesitating?” “Shut up,” Armand said coldly. After a few


    moments, he said with an indifferent voice without a trace of emotion, “Give the antidote to Genevieve.


    Steven, go out and make the phone call.” “Yes…” Steven took the phone and quickly went out of the


    suite. “Oh my! Ms. Wood has some tricks indeed,” Timothy eximed. Then, he ordered the assistant


    to help him make the antidote. “She knows everything. She wants to have you even though she knows


    you’re married. Are you avoiding touching Genevieve because she doesn’t allow you to do so? I’m


    impressed. I should pay Ms. Wood a visit and learn from her.” Armand frowned after hearing Timothy’s


    words. He shot Timothy a cold re. “What?” Timothy shrugged, and his thin lips curled into a smile.


    “Can’t I praise Ms. Wood for being an impressive person?” “Make the antidote and talk less.” Timothy


    snorted disdainfully. Nheless, he kept his mouth shut after Armand pressured him. The


    atmosphere in the living room fell silent. Soon, Armand, who was still standing in front of the window,


    heard Genevieve’s moaning voices from the room. Her voice was soft and sounded miserable from the


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    torment. Armand’s desire was stimted when he heard the sound, and he gulped. He remembered


    the night in the hotel a long time ago. In the dimly lit room, Genevieve wrapped her long legs around


    his waist, kissing his neck and chest. Her skin was warm and as soft as silk. Armand could not get


    enough of her. Recalling that, he felt heat in his abdomen. Meanwhile, Timothy had already made the


    antidote. He had heard the sound from the room as well. Walking to the window, he passed the syringe


    to Armand. “It’s not good for me to go into the room. Besides, she’s your wife. You should serve her.”


    Seeing Armand did not take the syringe, Timothy frowned and said, “Armand? The needle of the


    syringe is short. You just need to stab it in the arm. She will not feel the pain at all.” After a short while,


    Armand finally spoke, “Give the antidote to Patrick.” “What?” Timothy was curious after seeing


    Armand’s change in behavior. “Are you not saving yourself for Ms. Wood? It’s only ten minutes, and


    you’re giving up?” Armand stopped pulling his sleeve, and he looked at Timothy coldly. “Do you think


    you’re funny?” Timothy shrugged and stopped joking. Just when Armand was going into the room,


    Timothy chased after him and put a small box into his hand. “It’s my first time getting to know this kind


    of prohibited medicine, and I’m interested. Armand, please help me to record the sustainability of its


    effect.” Then, Timothy continued in a serious tone, “I can prepare in advance in the event that


    Genevieve is not feeling well.” Armand already had a darkened expression on his face, but he looked


    more displeased after hearing Timothy’s words. He mmed the door after entering the room.