His assistant, also flushed and weak, was powerless to help Lucius.
“Ms. Tyson stepped out to take a call a little while ago,” he replied feebly.
Just then, Lucius’s phone rang. Seeing it was Livia, he answered with a trembling hand. “…Get back to the suite.”
But she didn’t seem to hear him, speaking over him instead. “Sorry, Lucius, something’s come up with my father. I have to go check on him, so I can’t stay tonight.”
“I told you to come back—”
Before he could finish, she hung up.
Damn it! The one time he actually needed her, she was gone.
Lucius gripped his phone tightly and looked at his assistant. “Get the antidote.”
“Wh-what antidote?” the assistant asked, confused.
“What do you think? The antidote for the new drug we developed!” Lucius was practically screaming by the end.
“Sir,” the assistant said in a panic, “are you saying we’ve been poisoned with that drug? But… we don’t have an antidote for it…”
The manager who had come to report the chaos was stunned. “Then what do we do? This is a major incident. The Neverending Night is in serious trouble…”
Lucius was in no condition to handle the crisis. He quickly dialed Helena’s number. A moment later, she answered.


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