Chapter 189 If You Don’t Want to Die, Just Listen to Me
night.
There are no stars and no moon.
Nearing midnight.
Thick black covered the entire sky, without a single ray of light seeping through. Except for two lights lit at the door, the entire Fule Manor was pitch black, and few people were walking around.
The owner of Fule Manor got off the carriage in the dark.
He was holding an exquisite and luxurious bird stand in his hand.
A colorful parrot stood on it. There was no chain on its feet, but it stood there very obediently, with no intention of flying away.
The owner looked at the parrot devoutly and walked forward to the room of his second daughter, Isabel.
Isabel had already fallen asleep, so the owner of the manor told her maid to open the door and wake her up, as she had a gift for her.
Minnie replied "yes", opened the door and woke up Isabel.
The lights came on in the dark room.
Isabel, who had just woken up from a dream, rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the person who came.
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Mergard wanted to eat dog meat hotpot, and Scarlett did not refuse. She arranged a VIP room with a beautiful environment for him and served him personally.
Murgad looked at the dog meat that was boiling in the hot soup, reached in with his chopsticks, but couldn't pick up a piece of meat after a long time.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to clamp it.
But when he thought that what was in the pot was his wealth and glory, his heart began to bleed and he almost couldn't hold it anymore.
Fortunately.
He quickly calmed down.
He closed his eyes and picked up a piece of dog meat.
Put it in the bowl and then into your mouth.
The first bite was so spicy that it almost brought tears to his eyes.
The second bite was very fragrant. The delicate meat fully absorbed the flavor of the seasoning in the hot soup. The fragrant soup kept exploding in the mouth while chewing. It was fragrant, spicy and refreshing, with an endless aftertaste.
He finished half the pot with tears in his eyes and finally put down his chopsticks.
Take a look at Scarlett across from you.
He held up his chopsticks but didn't eat. He frowned and habitually made a disgusted expression to the other party, "Why don't you eat?"
Hearing this.
Scarlett put down her chopsticks and said, "I can't eat it."
"Why?"
"Poisoned."
A question mark slowly emerged in Mergaard's mind, "Poisoned?"
Scarlett nodded and said, "I ordered someone to poison the hot pot when it was brought in just now."
Mergaard was stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief, pointing at the still boiling hot pot, "You, you, you!"
Scarlett also opened her eyes, "Me, me, me?"
"You, you, you! How could you poison someone? How could you say so openly that you poisoned someone?!"
Faced with Scarlett's calm face, Mergard was almost furious.
So crazy that he misplaced the focus of the matter and tried to argue with Scarlett.
Scarlett looked at him with innocent eyes and an innocent expression, and then said in an innocent tone: "What else can we do?"
Hearing this, Murgaard became even angrier. He glared at Scarlett and actually started to teach her what to do. "You should have just sat across from me calmly, eating with me, and then told me you poisoned me when the poison took effect! Instead of telling me when I was still full of energy! That way, I can fight you to the death, understand?"
"Oh, I see."
Scarlett said stupidly, "Next time for sure."
"you!"
Murgad choked and didn't know what to say.
I picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up some dog meat to calm down.
His head ached, and he finally understood what Scarlett had said.
She said.
The hot pot is poisoned!
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Annie opened her eyes and saw the owner of the manor, who looked exhausted but had a smiling face.
She was stunned for a long while, her throat felt dry, and it took her a long time to utter a complete sentence.
"Mother, you're back."
The owner of the manor was very satisfied with her address, and his smile deepened. He touched her head and said, "Well, mother is back and brought you a gift."
The owner held up the bird stand and handed it to Annie.
There was only one bedside lamp on in the room.
The light is a little dim.
Anne looked at the owner of the manor, who was trapped in the intersection of light and shadow with an unclear expression, and slowly turned her head, her gaze moving towards the bird stand in her hand.
A beautiful parrot appeared before her.
The colorful feathers are glossy and smooth, with a faint glow. Even in a dimly lit room, the beauty of the feathers is still fully displayed, like the fire reflected by diamonds, every ray is shiny and dazzling.
Anne blinked but didn't move.
"Don't you like it? This is a gift that your mother carefully selected for you. If you don't like it, your mother will be sad."
The owner looked into Anne's eyes with a sad expression.
Anne clenched her hands tightly under the quilt, and her neatly trimmed nails bit into her palms little by little. The slight stinging pain brought her back to consciousness from her daze.
She met the manor owner's dark eyes, calmed herself down, and smiled innocently, "Thank you, mother."
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Mergard overturned the table and took out the pistol from his arms, "Scarlett, how dare you trick me!"
Scarlett was very calm. Even when facing the black muzzle of a gun, she remained calm and said, "I didn't do anything to you."
"Bullshit! You poisoned me, and you still say you didn't do anything to me!" Murgad was furious.
"If I didn't tell you, that would be considered as a trick on you. If I told you, that wouldn't be considered a trick on you." Scarlett reasoned with him calmly.
"Fuck you! I'm going to kill you!"
Mergard continued to curse, loaded the bullet, and put his index finger on the trigger, about to shoot Scarlett.
Scarlett said calmly, "I have the antidote."
Mergad was stunned, and his anger suddenly died down.
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After the owner left, he ordered the door to be locked and no one was allowed to disturb Anne's rest.
A bird stand was hung by the window.
The parrot squinted its eyes and stood there obediently, without making any sound, as if it was asleep.
But Anne didn't dare relax.
She got out of bed, picked up a cashmere shawl from the hanger, and draped it over the bird stand to cover the beautiful parrot.
She remembered her cousin's words.
Stay away from animals.
Anne sat on the edge of the bed, turned on the screen and checked the time.
Time has unknowingly come to December 14th.
In half an hour it will be midnight and the time will jump to the 15th.
She can't let up.
Anne looked at the stained glass window, walked over and pushed it.
Sure enough, the windows were also locked.
She was locked up in there by the owner.
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When Mergard heard that there was an antidote, he quickly withdrew his finger from the trigger, fearing that he would accidentally hurt Scarlett and die as well.
He tugged at his suit, smoothed out the wrinkles, and regained his previous calm and composed businessman look.
Sitting back in the chair, he glanced at Scarlett, "Antidote."
Scarlett pulled two pills from her pocket.
One white, one black.
Mergaard took one look, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I want to do business with you."
Scarlett chuckled and looked at Murgaard as she always did before, mercenary, vulgar, ignorant, greedy, without any change. Suddenly, Murgaard thought that he was still the superior and could order him around at will.
But there was a sudden flash of cunning in that complex look, which was so fleeting that it startled Mergad and made his hair stand on end.
Mergad's scalp felt numb, and his heart felt like a stone was pressing down on it, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
He avoided Scarlett's gaze, his momentum weakening. "You want to cooperate with me? You can even kill a dog, and you still need to cooperate with me?"
"Yes, of course."
Scarlett continued to laugh. "Who would complain about having too much money? I'm new here and I don't know anything. I have to build good relationships and make a few friends, right?"
"Why should I believe you?" Mergad frowned even more tightly.
Scarlett raised her eyebrows. "You may not believe me, but I have poisoned you. If you don't want to die, you have no choice but to trust me and cooperate with me."
Murgaard tried to struggle. "Poison? I'm fine now. Are you kidding me?"
"Now take a breath, take a deep breath. Do you feel a sharp pain three inches below your ribs?"
Murgad did as he was told, and sure enough, he felt a cramping pain in his ribs, which made him breathless, cold sweat broke out, and he couldn't speak.
He covered his ribs with both hands, grimaced in pain, hunched over, and looked at Scarlett, seeking help with his eyes.
Scarlett watched coldly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, and said viciously: "If you don't want to die, just listen to me."
(End of this chapter)
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