Chapter 117
Donald laughed, “Haha! How typical, young ‘uns getting acquainted with the way of the fist.”
Vicky certainly did not believe that it was just a friendly spar, though she had no reason to get hostile when Frank and Yara were just fine.
“Anyway, we shall be leaving,” she said. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Salazar.”
Donald nodded. “Do think about my proposal, Ms. Turnbull. I’ll be waiting.”
“I certainly will,” Vicky said and left with Yara and Frank, her expression already cool.
Donald watched as they left before his eyes narrowed.
“Mr. White, how did those two fare?” he asked.
“Bleurgh!”
Jaud suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood just as he was about to speak, leaving Donald, Marco, and Polo utterly shocked!
“Mr. White!”
“What happened there?” Donald quickly asked.
“The kid’s not your typical martial artist,” Jaud growled through his teeth. “We were wrestling with our vigors, but that kid left me coughing blood.”
Donald was left gaping. “What?! Are you saying he’s stronger than you?”
“No–we were just testing each other’s vigors,” Jaud said. “I might not have lost. if I’d gone all out… not to mention that I’m a specialist when it comes to poisons.”
The man was certainly confident despite his wariness toward Frank.
Donald nodded in turn–Jaud was old as well, so it was fine if he lost in vigor since his specialty was poison anyway.
Jaud then asked, “By the way, did Ms. Turnbull agree to the deal?”
Donald shook his head. “Nope, but I’m sure she will soon enough.”
Jand nodded in agreement. “She’s now a victim of my Snowshade. Her fate is in
our hands now
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suddenly asked suspiciously, “‘Actually, I thought she looked just fine,
hade lan’t affecting her. Perhaps she’s already cured?”
“Haha!” Jaud laughed confidently as he stroked his beard. “That’s impossible- the Snowshade is an esoteric concoction of mine, and no one can nullify it barring myself. Also, its victims won’t always be sickly. It will drain their energy from time to time, affording them moments to recover before draining them again. I’m sure someone infused Vicky Turnbull with their vigor and suppressed it momentarily.”
Donald was certainly assured by Jaud’s words.
Meanwhile, Frank, Yara, and Vicky left the clubhouse.
When they got into their car, Yara asked in curiosity, “What did Donald Salazar want, Ms. Turnbull?”
Vicky frowned. “He proposed a joint venture involving Riverton’s
pharmaceutical field. We’ll be producing the materials, while they provide the recipes.”
“A partnership?” Yara exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes,” Vicky said coolly. “And he demands eight percent of the shares.”
“The man certainly has an appetite. Did you say yes?” Yara quickly asked..
Vicky snorted in disdain. “Of course not. We’ve always planned to do that ourselves, and a medicinist will be coming in a couple days. Dan Zimmer shall always provide us the ingredients–why partner with the Salazars when we lack nothing?”
Yara nodded repeatedly though Frank was stroking his chin in thought. “You’d best be careful. I can see that Donald is very confident about this–he probably has an ace up his sleeve.”
Vicky nodded in agreement. “By the way, what do you think of Jaud?”
Yara turned toward Frank in curiosity as well, but he shrugged. “Well, we weren’t getting serious, but his vigor is far beneath mine. Killing him when I go all out won’t be an issue.”
