The next day, Danielle packed arge bag of prescribed traditional medicine, packed the silver needles into a small backpack, and carried the bag downstairs.


    "Danielle, are you going out? Where are you going?" Her brothers had beenpletely cured of the poison. They were all busy today, leaving only Xavier who had not been working recently.


    "Xavier, I’m going to David’s ce to detoxify his friends," Danielle said with a smile.


    "To detox, one has to get pricked with a needle, like what happened to me yesterday... Well, I’m off to see if David’s friends end up crying from the needle. It’s going to be quite the scene, and I can’t miss it." Xavier looked at Danielle with shining eyes.


    "Danielle, why don’t you take me along?"


    He added, "Danielle, take me with you. You are the best." "Alright,e with me." Danielle looked at Xavier suspiciously. ’Why is Xavier so excited? Is it my imagination?’


    Danielle went to the garage to choose a car. Today, she chose a Koenigsegg. Xavier had not forgotten the speed at which Danielle drovest time. It was too fast.


    Xavier asked, "Danielle, do you want me to drive?"


    Danielle sat in the driver’s seat and looked at Xavier in confusion. "Xavier, do you think my driving skills are bad? Don’t worry, I’m very good at driving. You’ve already experienced itst time."


    Xavier admitted that Danielle’s driving skills were very good, but it was precisely because her driving skills were so good that he felt that the car was flying... Looking at Danielle’s expression, he couldn’t bear to let her down. At most, he would hold the seatbelt tightlyter.


    "There’s no such thing. You are very good at driving. I’m just afraid you’ll be too tired," said Xavier. "Come on up, Xavier. They are waiting. Don’t worry about me driving." Danielle gave Xavier aforting look.


    "Okay." Xavier got into the car and started to fasten his seatbelt. Then he held it tightly.


    Xavier’s behavior made Danielle more puzzled. ’It seems like ever since Xavier got poisoned, he hasn’t been the same. He’s be more timid and cries a lot. Could there be some side effects from the poison? It shouldn’t be...’


    Danielle’s expression kept changing. She reached out and touched Xavier’s forehead. "He doesn’t have a fever either. What’s going on?" she muttered softly.


    Xavier saw Danielle touching his forehead and was a little puzzled. "Danielle, what’s wrong?"


    "It’s fine. We’re leaving now." Danielle decided to protect Xavier in the future. He might be insecure after being poisoned.


    Danielle stepped on the elerator. With the roar of the engine, the sports car darted forward at