He wants to tame Ivy Kensington, make her one of his own!
However, Ivy just glanced at him coldly, "Impossible! Evan Lowell, you’re dreaming!"
Even if she dies, she won’t beg him...
Evan Lowell knew she wouldn’t agree so quickly, so he said, "Fine, let’s see how long your stubbornness will last."
In a sense, he and Lowell were quite similar in character.
In order to achieve their goals, they would stop at nothing.
If Ivy Kensington won’t behave, then let her suffer a bit. Once she’s had enough, naturally, she’ll turn to him for help.
"Master Lowell, young master, she seems to be gone."
The subordinate guarding Ivy Kensington’s door came over to report.
Lowell sneered disdainfully, "Thought she could hold out longer, just five hours and she’s faltered."
Evan Lowell furrowed his brows tightly.
Impossible, did she really not utter a word to beg him even till death?
"Let’s go, take a look."
Lowell patted Evan’s shoulder and walked over first.
The moment the door was pushed open, a faint fragrance wafted out.
Lowell’s face changed. This smell...
Ivy Kensington, pale-faced, stood behind the door, saying, "Now, you’re poisoned too!"
She couldn’t formulate an antidote for the silk poison for the time being, but making another toxin was well within her capabilities!
Besides, this was a poison base, and Lowell did provide her a good opportunity to create poison.
Lowell felt a heaviness in his chest, and in the next second, he spat out fresh blood.
Everyone around him shouted in panic.
Lowell was their backbone; if he died, it would surely plunge the now-stabilized Lowell Group into chaos.
Ivy Kensington sneered, "If you want the antidote, give me the antidote for the silk poison. Otherwise, you’re welcome to die with me!"
Lowell was furious, "Bitch!"
However, the less he controlled his emotions, the more pronounced the pain within him became. Shortly, he spat out blood a second time.
"What kind of poison is this!"
The Lowell Group was born to make poisons. Yet, he had never seen this toxin Ivy had concocted.
Ivy responded, "This is formulated according to the Medical and Poison Dual Classics’ recipe. No one but me knows the antidote."
Lowell’s voice was growing weaker.
He underestimated Ivy Kensington.
"Someone, give her the antidote for the silk poison."
Taking the antidote, Ivy said, "I want to leave this place. Only after ensuring my safety will I give you all the antidotes."
This woman was truly devious and cunning!
Lowell glared at her, as if trying to bore a hole through her.
Ivy forced herself to remain calm, meeting his gaze.
After a while, it was Evan Lowell who gave the order.
"Young master..." The subordinates hesitated.
"What, you’re not obeying me either."
Evan shot them a look, and the underlings immediately complied, leading Ivy toward the exit.
This was a landless region; even if she got out, it would be a dead end!
After Ivy’s figure disappeared, Lowell laughed, "Son, the woman you’ve set your eyes on indeed has some skills."
However, she was still a bit naive.
Imagining she could escape his territory was utterly laughable!
"Stop! Head in another direction!"
Sebastian Blackwood’s determined voice ordered, and Owen Rhodes was slightly stunned. "Master Blackwood, Lowell’s car is just ahead, we’re so close to catching up..." Check latest chapters at N0velFire.ɴet
Giving up at this point would mean all prior efforts were wasted?