Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Courtney knew that Tina wanted her to cure the poison.

It was indeed an unexpected test.

After Tina spoke, she sat in the milk tea shop, idly fiddling with her phone.

Courtney’s lips gradually turned white, and red rashes appeared on her skin as her breathing became increasingly labored.

Two minutes later, Courtney’s limbs began to spasm, and the skin on her arms started to peel off, revealing large patches of rotting scars.

The speed of the deterioration was something Courtney had never anticipated.

She had thought she could at least last an hour.

But it happened so quickly!

Tina, seeing Courtney completely incapacitated, was not surprised.

To control the poison within two minutes was no small feat.

There were few in the world who could achieve such a thing.

Tina handed her milk tea to Courtney, who took a sip.

The rotting wounds visibly began to heal rapidly, the rashes quickly faded, the spasms ceased, and her lips regained their color.

Courtney took a deep breath.

For a moment, Courtney thought she was going to die.

“This poison is even more potent than GTO,” Courtney said solemnly.

Tina finally put away her phone. “GTO is child’s play. Keep trying.”

Courtney nodded, her gaze sweeping past Tina to a figure that quickly swept by and soon disappeared.

Tina’s smile deepened. “Perhaps, we can go back to the lab and check.”

Courtney had the same idea, clutching the half-cup of milk tea she had left.

She wanted to use the lab’s equipment to analyze the deadly poison and discover what it was made of.

In the mall’s underground parking lot.

Lockie quickly jumped into his car, starting it with a thunderous roar, and drove toward the lab.

Tina had cured his poison!

How could this be? The only person who could cure his poison was that annoying Spectre.

And now there was Tina!

Could she be the detestable Spectre?

Impossible!

Was Spectre that good-looking?

Lockie shook his head.

It couldn’t be. Spectre couldn’t possibly be this young girl. There must be some mistake.

He pressed the accelerator harder as he spoke, rushing back to the lab.

Whether Tina was Spectre or not, he had no choice but to run.

But before fleeing, he needed to obtain all the data on the potion.

The potion was like Pandora’s box to him, filled with boundless magic.

He had never seen such a miraculous concoction.

He had to use all his knowledge to develop it.

He even wanted to make the potion more toxic.

That way, he could certainly defeat Spectre.

And that Crimson Silk!

He would create a poison a hundred times stronger than Crimson Silk!

That would surely put Spectre beneath him.

Lockie grew more excited at the thought, speeding back to the lab.

After changing into his white lab coat, he entered the lab as usual, elegant and gentle.

Methodically, he picked up the potion and all the data.

Everyone was focused on their research, oblivious to someone planning to steal from the lab.

This undoubtedly provided the perfect opportunity for Lockie.

After packing everything, a smile finally crossed his lips.

Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching from behind.

He swiftly turned around!

There stood a plump man with a naive smile, holding a rolled-up long whip, waving it amiably.

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“Damn!”

Lockie cursed and immediately turned to run.

The man, rotund and with an honest smile, moved with surprising agility. His whip, as if seeing with its own eyes, snapped onto Lockie’s legs in an instant. Lockie felt his legs give way, and he crashed to the ground with a thud. Despite the fall, the potion in his pocket remained intact.

“Fatty, you’re like a bad penny!” Lockie gritted his teeth in anger.

Fatty, wiping his nose with his left hand while continuously cracking his whip with the right, responded, “Wraith, I still need to make money off you. Just let me catch you and you can escape later. Let me earn my keep first.”

“To hell with you!” Lockie, who was indeed Wraith, had disguised himself to infiltrate the YQ laboratory. Protecting the potion, he ran relentlessly. Fatty pursued him doggedly, alternating between his whip and throwing knives.

The laboratory echoed continuously with shouts of “Don’t run!” and “Stop running, you fool!” and “Stop right there!” to which Lockie countered, “Chase me and see if I don’t poison you!” Meanwhile, the sound of lab equipment crashing to the floor filled the air.

Everyone in the lab ceased their activities, and Timmy looked on distressed, “Oh, be gentle, that machine cost thirty million! Be careful, that’s my completed reagent, oh my, there go my data!”

But the longstanding feud between Wraith and Fatty wasn’t something that could be resolved by merely trashing a lab. The chase continued with glee.

Outside, Courtney, hearing the commotion, asked, “Miss Reed, is everything alright?”

Tina, pressing her temples, replied, “It’s fine!” She then kicked open the lab door and grabbed Fatty, who was in the midst of using his whip. Caught off guard, Fatty cursed, “Who the hell is stealing my money!”

Turning around, he saw Tina’s stern face, which made him shudder. His anger quickly dissolved into pleading, “Serena, just give me two more minutes, I’ll definitely catch him!”

Tina kicked Fatty and pointed ahead, “He’s already down.”

Fatty, elated, quickly tied up Wraith, who was too weak to resist. As Fatty secured him, Wraith regained his composure. “No wonder I was struggling to run; you had already poisoned me!” he said angrily, looking at Tina.

By then, he fully believed that Tina was Spectre, the only one capable of poisoning him silently and forcing him to spend half an hour detoxifying.

Tina nodded disinterestedly, “Foolish.” She had poisoned him while they were both looking at the potion decomposition simulation behind Lockie’s back. After their last encounter, she had been pondering over who could possess such intellect in medicine-a field she was well acquainted with. Her suspicions about Lockie had been confirmed when he drove off Hayden, attempting to poison him that same night.

Lockie was her old friend, Wraith. Surprisingly, after searching for so long, he had walked right into her trap. Why not have a bit of fun with it? She had held back, curious to see just how capable Wraith was. Fortunately, he didn’t disappoint, having produced the decomposition diagram of the potion.

If Wraith had stayed quietly in the lab working on the potion, she wouldn’t have informed Fatty. But Wraith, ever so mischievous, had to go and poison someone else. There was no choice but to let Fatty take care of him.