Chapter 302: Two head snake

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Chapter 302: Two head snake Every Road is on the Way "Is it inconvenient?" Tiffany knew Calvin’s special status—it was entirely possible that his car couldn’t be lent out casually . "If it’s not convenient, I can—" "Convenient," Calvin interrupted softly, his voice warm. "I’ll take you there tomorrow." Before Tiffany could refuse, he continued, "Just happens to be on my way." On the way? Tiffany looked at Calvin, a flicker of surprise flashing in her eyes. But she hadn’t even told him where she was going yet. Suddenly, a phrase she’d once read popped into her mind: *For someone who wants to take you, every road is on the way.* Was that what Calvin was thinking? By the time Tiffany realized what she was pondering, her long, delicate lashes fluttered slightly. "What are you thinking? Maybe he’s just being a gentleman." Seeing that Calvin had already shifted his focus to his computer, his expression intense with concentration, Tiffany decided not to disturb him further. She tiptoed away quietly. Only after her figure disappeared from the living room did Calvin close his laptop. For the first time in ages, he’d taken a liking to a girl—yet not only was she trying to distance herself from him, but he was also supposed to send her off to have dinner with another man? A faint, self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corners of his dark, slightly upturned eyes. What kind of life was this?! Calvin leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag. Pale gray smoke curled around his fair, finely sculpted features, obscuring them in a hazy veil. Calvin Family Manor. Jey led Camilla and grandma Porter toward the hidden chamber. As grandma Porter surveyed the array of equipment inside, a glimmer of understanding flashed in her aged eyes. No wonder they managed to trap that cunning bastard. "Grandma . Porter," Jey paused before the final door and handed them protective suits. "For safety’s sake, please put these on first." The person inside was like a living den of venom, with deadly poisonous creatures appearing unpredictably from nowhere. It was utterly treacherous and far too dangerous. Just as Camilla reached out to take the offered gear, grandma Porter spoke up. "No need. With me here, nothing will go wrong." Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly for a few seconds before she withdrew her hand and turned to Jey. "If grandma Porter says so, then put them away." This would be a perfect opportunity to observe the old woman’s methods. "But Mrs. Luther, that man inside—" Jey frowned, his tone clearly skeptical of grandma. Porter’s assurances. If anything happened to Mrs. Luther, the CEO would have his head on a platter. "Don’t worry," Camilla said softly, understanding Jey’s concern. Her gaze flickered briefly to the red button on the door before adding in a gentle voice, "Nothing will happen." After a momentary pause, realization dawned on Jey’s face. "Understood." Calvin stepped forward, entered the passcode, and opened the door before moving aside to let them through. Camilla and grandma Porter walked in. Jey didn’t follow. Instead, he remained at the doorway and pulled up the surveillance feed on the monitor. If anything unusual happened, he could press the emergency button at his side. In an instant, the chamber would flood with a potent gas capable of knocking anyone unconscious within seconds. This was precisely the precaution of Mrs. Luther had reminded him about it earlier. Inside the chamber, the poisonous man heard footsteps approaching. Before he could react, the parasites inside his body writhed violently, sending waves of terror through him so intense that his own limbs trembled in response. What the hell was happening? The footsteps drew closer, and two figures stepped into view. The moment the poison teacher saw Camilla, his face was drained of color. That ruthless woman—why was she back? Yet his fear of Camilla evaporated the instant his gaze landed on grandma Porter. His eyes widened, his entire body freezing as if someone had hit pause. Then, after a heartbeat, he began to tremble uncontrollably. "G-Porter... grandma Porter?" "Hmph." Grandma Porter stared coldly at the man who had been tortured beyond recognition, her usually kind face now sharp with severity. "Finally found you." Camilla noticed the man’s face drained of all color from terror. Her brows furrowed slightly, but a glimmer of hope flickered in her heart. At the very least, it confirmed that Grandma Porter and this man stood on completely opposing sides—and that her authority was enough to suppress him. "Grandma Porter..." The man’s eyes bulged like brass bells, his lips trembling uncontrollably. "You... you..." "Enough stuttering," Grandma Porter cut off his faltering words. "Where is the original poison worm of the Life bound poison you stole? Hand it over now!" The original poison worm of the Life bound poison? Could this be connected to the Life bound poison affecting Sinclair? Camilla’s keen intuition latched onto the key detail in Grandma Porter’s words, her beautiful eyes narrowing thoughtfully. The man’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat. Admitting the truth now could cost him his life. Denying it might buy him some time. After all, without the Golden Silkworm poison, there was no way to prove anything. That mute kid who owned the Golden Silkworm poison had long been sold off to traffickers—who knew where he was begging on the streets now? No chance of finding her. Swallowing hard, the man averted his eyes from grandma Porter’s piercing gaze. "I didn’t take the Primordial poison. You and the elders have got the wrong person. I— "Reject a toast only to drink a forfeit," grandma Porter cut him off, her patience clearly wearing thin. She raised her right index finger to her lips and let out a sharp, short whistle. Out of nowhere, a white, double-headed snake—no thicker than a pinky finger—slithered into view, coiling itself around her shoulder. Four vertical pupils locked onto Camilla and the man with eerie precision. A two-headed snake? Camilla tensed under the creature’s unblinking stare. Nature was full of wonders, but seeing something like this up close was still enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine. OMG! Outside the door, Jey instantly tensed up. A two-headed snake actually exists?! In just a few days, the Mileage people had repeatedly shattered his understanding of the natural world. All those childhood hours watching *Nature and Wildlife* had clearly been wasted. "A two-headed snake?" The man’s pupils contracted violently. "You—you actually succeeded in refining it?!" Grandma Porter didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed her fingers to her lips and let out three long, two short whistles. The two-headed snake, which had been eyeing Camilla, retracted its gaze and slithered down grandma Porter’s body onto the ground, making its way toward the man. Though its body wasn’t long, it moved at terrifying speed. "No—don’t come any closer—" The man convulsed violently, as if being roasted alive over a fire. "Grandma Porter, I beg you—spare me, please—" Before he could finish, the white two-headed snake burrowed into his ear. Blood trickled from his ear down to his neck as the man let out a bloodcurdling scream, as though his skin were being flayed and his tendons ripped out. Even more horrifying was the sight of black, venomous insect corpses occasionally spilling from those gaping jaws. Camilla’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. This was her first time witnessing the methods a poisonous teacher used to torture someone—and it was indeed terrifying. Outside the door, Jey pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing the urge to retch. This was absolutely revolting!! Half an hour later. Grandma Porter finally recalled the two-headed serpent. By now, the man was barely clinging to life, drenched in sweat as if he had been dragged out of water, too weak to even lift his head. "I’ll spare your life for today," she said before turning to Camilla. "Miss Rodriguez, let’s step outside." Camilla glanced at the man one last time and nodded. The moment they left the secret chamber, she voiced the question burning in her mind. "You mentioned the original poison of the Life-Linked poison earlier," Camilla paused, fixing her gaze on Grandma Porter. "Does this have something to do with the parasitic poison in that man’s body?" Grandma Porter hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Normally, I wouldn’t share this with outsiders," she explained, her voice lowering. "But since you were the one who captured him, and your husband is a victim of the Life bound poison, I suppose it’s only fair to tell you." She paused, her aged eyes reflecting a mix of reluctance and resolve. "The original Life bound poison was stolen from our clan by him. The parasites in your husband and the person who cursed him were both bred from that source." So that was the connection. Camilla nodded slowly, her beautiful eyes darkening with unspoken thoughts. "If the original Life bound poison is destroyed, what happens to the poison inside my husband?" "It will die." Grandma Porter understood the implication behind Camilla’s question and shook her head regretfully. "The Life bound poison is different from other poison. The bond of shared life and death... cannot be broken." The words struck Camilla like a hammer, her heart sinking once more. "However," the old woman added, softening her tone as she noticed Camilla’s distress, "the original poison can greatly aid the process of transferring the host parasite." She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Camilla’s arm. "You’ve done our clan a great service. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help your husband." This transfer, of course, referred to moving the poison worm inside Michael’s body. Camilla instantly grasped grandma Porter’s implication and nodded slowly. As they stepped outside, they noticed the waiting car had multiplied from one to two. The rear window of the Maybach was half-lowered, perfectly framing the man’s strikingly cold profile. His features were sharp, his jawline chiseled, every contour flawlessly defined. Sinclair had come to pick her up after all? A sweet smile tugged at Camilla’s lips, her eyes lighting up with involuntary delight. Grandma Porter also noticed Sinclair—it was impossible not to, given how overwhelmingly present the man was. "So, is this your husband?" Camilla nodded. "Sinclair certainly outshines Mr. Taylor in both looks and bearing," the old woman remarked, her own lips curving at the sight of the well-matched couple. "The two of you make a perfect pair." Glancing at the other car, she turned back to Camilla. "I’ll head back to the hotel first, then. See you tomorrow." Since she hadn’t taken the pill, there was no point staying here to play third wheel when nothing would show up even if she checked now. "Alright," Camilla nodded in agreement. "I’ll send someone to pick you up at the hotel tomorrow," grandma. Porter said with a nod before walking toward another car. Sinclair had already noticed Camilla and grandma. Porter, his dark eyes flickered toward them with scattered light when they landed on Camilla. Before she could approach, he’d already opened the car door and stepped out to meet her. "Sinclair, didn’t I tell you not to come?" Camilla crashed into the man’s arms, tilting her head up with a sweet smile. "Have you been waiting long?" "Not long. Just got here," Sinclair replied, the icy chill in his eyes melting completely as he gazed at her lovely face. "I wanted to see you sooner." Camilla tightened her arms around him. They got into the car and headed back to the Luther Family estate. The moment they stepped through the door, a small figure came darting toward Camilla like a butterfly—only to be intercepted by a long, strong arm before reaching her. "Careful now. Don’t crash into her."

Chapter 302: Two head snake

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