"Nothing, maybe I was mistaken." Qian Xueying crossed her arms and looked at Duke Locke on the pillow, "The poison should almost be taking effect, right?"
"In about a week, the toxin will gradually infiltrate his nerves, resulting in brain death. Even the best forensic pathologist wouldn't be able to figure it out." Xiuyi said.
"Good." Qian Xueying nodded, turned, and walked towards the door. "We absolutely cannot afford any complications at this time."
"Rest assured."
Xiuyi followed her out, shutting Duke Locke's door tightly.
In the room, only Duke Locke remained.
The elder's eyes, which had just been dull, suddenly shifted to the side. His vacant eyes began to slowly focus, gradually showing a look of heartbreak.
In fact, Qian Xueying wasn't mistaken when she entered, Duke Locke had indeed woken up. But hearing her conversation with Xiuyi, Duke Locke realized something was wrong, so he didn't reveal himself.
