LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

In the vast hotel lobby, Sandra Simpson was being pushed forward, her face bleeding from her features, causing quite a sensation. The classmates of Jun Chester were at a loss when they saw Sandra Simpson’s condition. What had happened? Why did it come to this? Only Charles Griffiths, upon seeing Sandra like this, had a flash of anger in his eyes. He guessed that Sandra Simpson must have tasted the drinks he had ordered earlier upstairs. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be in her current state. Charles Griffiths cursed inwardly, “Damn! Wretched woman, ruining my plan!” But for the moment, Charles Griffiths didn’t know what to do. His goal in coming to Riverbank Hotel today was to poison Jun Chester and everyone present, and frame the Riverbank Hotel for the crime. Now, it seemed that all his plans had been disrupted by Sandra Simpson.

At this point, the classmates had already cleared a path for Sandra Simpson. Jun Chester quickly walked toward Sandra Simpson and stopped them, reaching out to feel her pulse. The poison had already entered her heart. Her organs were quickly deteriorating. It was too late to go to the hospital at this point. The only way was for Jun Chester to take out the golden needle from his wrist and perform the Life-saving Thirteen. However, he only had one golden needle on him right now. If he wanted to save her, he needed some silver needles.

As everyone else watched in astonishment, Jun Chester laid Sandra Simpson on the ground and quickly undressed her. What he was doing was simply shocking. Although they all knew that Jun Chester’s actions were meant to save the girl, what he was doing was beyond their comprehension. Sandra Simpson’s body was also purple-black like her facial skin. Her sexy body now looked as if it was possessed by an evil spirit. Every blood vessel seemed to be flowing with purple-black blood. It was horrifying.

Jun Chester was injecting his latent energy into several acupoints on Sandra Simpson’s body. At the same time, he coldly ordered Dawson London, who was standing behind him, “Get a pack of silver needles as fast as you can!” “Hurry!” Without a word, Dawson London left the crowd. After Jun Chester’s inexplicable actions, he helped Sandra Simpson up and quickly used his fingertips to draw across several blood vessels on her body to help expel the poison. Five minutes later, the ground was covered with purple-black blood. It was a shocking sight!

Dawson London had brought the silver needles. Jun Chester laid Sandra Simpson down again, inserting the needles into her body with another baffling technique. However, the onlookers noticed that Sandra Simpson’s previously heaving abdomen was now completely still. In other words… had she died? Charles Griffiths, who was in the crowd, sneered inwardly at what was happening. “I thought you could do something, but it turns out you’re just a clown. She drank the poison I prepared for you, and she was bound to die.”

The next moment, however, Charles Griffiths’ eyes widened. Sandra Simpson’s previously motionless abdomen began to rise and fall slowly again. “How… how is this possible?” Charles Griffiths couldn’t help but mutter, his voice barely audible. But it caught Jun Chester’s attention. Jun Chester glanced at Charles Griffiths, who quickly averted his gaze. To cover up, Charles Griffiths pretended to be anxious and said, “Jun Chester, can you save her or not? Why on earth would Sandra be poisoned like this?”

Jun Chester ignored him and continued to give instructions to Dawson London. “Take her to the 28th floor of Dirtmouth City Hospital. She needs a blood transfusion!”

At that moment, Jun Chester had already taken off his coat and wrapped it around Sandra Simpson. Dawson London quickly picked up Sandra and rushed her to the hospital. The atmosphere at the scene was heavy, and the murmurs of the crowd were endless as people wondered what had happened.

Jun Chester, however, stood up and walked towards Charles Griffiths with icy cold eyes. “Sandra Simpson was poisoned by something she drank,” he said.

Charles was taken aback. “What do you mean? What did she drink, and what does it have to do with me?”

“I bought the drink from this hotel!” Jun Chester laughed coldly. “Did I say it was the drink you bought?”

Charles stepped back in fear. Jun Chester closed in on him, looking down at Charles from a higher position. “Just now, I heard them say that you’re now the executive director of Lordran Prosperity!”

“So what?” Charles asked defensively. “What’s wrong with me working at Lordran Prosperity?”

Jun Chester narrowed his eyes, and his face grew colder. “The poison that affected Sandra can only be found in Cinder Chapel. David Chester can get his hands on it, and he’s now your boss!”

Charles couldn’t believe that Jun had suspected him and David so quickly. This was completely unreasonable! What Charles didn’t know was that, after joining the military, Jun had interrogated countless international tycoons. He was used to following these subtle leads.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Jun Chester had no evidence that Charles was the real culprit, considering his behavior today, Charles was very suspicious. As he thought this, Jun Chester grabbed Charles by the throat.

“Tell me what happened!” he demanded. “Or I’ll kill you!”

Charles was completely terrified, not expecting Jun Chester to turn on him so suddenly. One moment they were like brothers, and the next, Jun Chester was like the King of Hell. Charles didn’t know that Jun Chester’s nickname was “the Accursed Lord,” nor did he know what it represented.

The others at the scene watched as Jun Chester held Charles by the neck, seemingly ready to kill him with a mere twist. Charles was nearly suffocating, fear of death spreading through every nerve. Almost reflexively, he choked out, “It wasn’t me, it was… it was David Chester!”

Jun Chester’s heart ached. His once brother had now stabbed him in the back. If it weren’t for Sandra’s sudden poisoning, everyone at the party would have been poisoned and killed. After all, no matter how skilled Jun Chester was, he had only two hands. In the worst-case scenario, he could only save three or four people.

Now that Charles had confessed, there was no need to question him further. Jun Chester coldly stared at Charles. “Where is David Chester?”

Charles struggled to speak. “Lordran Prosperity, top floor!”

Jun Chester showed no emotion. “You can go die now, and don’t ever show your face to me again in your next life!”

With that, Jun Chester gave a slight twist of his hand, and Charles Griffiths was dead.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed. They hadn’t expected Jun Chester to kill someone in public. A human life in his eyes seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust. Jun Chester casually tossed Charles’ corpse aside and strode out.

In less than five minutes, Jun Chester appeared in front of Lordran Prosperity Tower. Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from David Chester.

“My dear brother, I just realized I made a mistake,” David said. “If you’ve truly reached that level, poison would pose no threat to you. So, I’m sorry, but your wife, children, and in-laws are all in my hands now. Oh, and that wretched woman Bella, and her daughter, and her parents-they’re all in my hands, too.”