The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire took the crumpled report and turned around to leave.

Behind her, Bill suddenly said, “If you succeed, I’m willing to give you anything I have in exchange for the antidote.”

Claire stopped and looked back at him.

In the dark long corridor, the man’s eyes were resolute.

Claire tilted her head and said in a playful tone, “What if I want your life?”

Bill evoked a sarcastic smile. “My life is worthless. Take it if you want it.”

Claire shook the report in her hand. “Wait for my news.”

After leaving the hospital, Claire called Gallon. “Help me check the information about Bill Carter.”

“Okay.” Gallon immediately agreed and said, “Give me money first.”

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Claire remitted 100,000 dollars to Gallon.

At midnight, she took a car to the outskirts.

In the moonlight, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and in the silent mountain forests, there were occasional chirps. The birds flapped their wings and poked their heads out of the branches. Their eyes reflected a strange green light.

Stepping on dead leaves, Claire walked through the weedy path. There were several graves on the side of the road, and a small lonely wooden house could be seen in the distance.

She pushed open the wooden fence. A large area of strange flowers and plants was planted in front of the house, which was colorful and extraordinarily gorgeous.

At this moment, an old man walked out of the wooden house. He was short and chubby with a paunch.

His nickname was Old Poison King.

He was good at both making drugs and detoxification. The poisons developed by him were numerous and could even torment a person to beg for death.

When he was young, he was very powerful, but when he got old, he chose to live in seclusion.

The old poison king grumbled angrily. “Oh my god, why did you come so late? You woke me up!”

Claire didn’t want to hear him grumble and went straight into the wooden house.

Except for the furniture, the house was full of bottles and jars filled with bright-colored liquids.

Claire put the report on the table. “Look at this. Can you help me develop its antidote?”

The old poison king picked up the report and burst into laughter after a glance at it. “This is the poison I made!”

“Is there an antidote?”

“Sure, let me find it for you.” The old poison king opened a box. It was completely messy inside. He simply rummaged in and searched for the antidote.

Claire slightly bent over, admiring the glass bottles in the cupboard, and asked casually. “I remember four years ago, you said you were developing an interesting poison. Have you researched it out?”

“Yes, I made it a long time ago. That poison is colorless and tasteless, soluble in water, and drinking it can make people die quietly in sleep.” The old poison king shook his head with pride and then sighed. “Unfortunately, I only got a small bottle of it, which was bought by someone four years ago.”

Die in sleep?

Claire’s heart did a flip, and she walked over quickly and asked. “Do you know who bought it?”

“That person refused to leave a message, but ah… I secretly took his photo, hehe.” The old poison king stood up and took out his phone from his pocket. He found the photo, and handed it to Claire.

In the photo, it was a man with a cold face.

Claire’s pupils constricted.

It was Shawn, Angus’s assistant!

Why did he buy this poison four years ago?

Could it be…

A horrible idea flashed in her mind.

The old poison king didn’t notice anything wrong and stuffed the antidote into her hands. “Here, I found it. Here you are.”

Claire left the wooden house with a heavy heart.

The next day, early in the morning.

Gallon called her.

“I found something interesting about Bill. His real name is Edwin Carter. Bill was his elder brother who died when he was twelve years old.”