Poison Turning Upon the Plotter
"Also, that guy nad Julian is here too. If he falls for it, arrange for a few ugly won for him to enjoy, take so photos, and post them online."
"Once he’s exhausted, finish him off."
Lucas continued to command, his tone almost casual, as if he were discussing the placent of cutlery rather than a man’s humiliation and death.
Wine shimred in his glass under the amber light.
His pale face looked calm.
Too calm.
Cold enough to make murder sound refined.
Since the man had delivered himself to their doorstep, he wouldn’t be polite.
Not only did he want Julian dead—
he wanted his reputation dragged through mud first.
Disgrace.
Scandal.
Then death.
That, in Lucas’s mind, was elegance.
As for himself, he would not act personally.
Julian carried that sa strange, unknowable aura that still lingered in Lucas’s mind like a wound not healed.
The mory of that punch had never truly faded.
A seemingly ordinary man... yet a fist like thunder.
That danger—
he would let others bear it.
His four loyal Scythe Division subordinates.
To die for him...
that was, in Lucas’s warped thinking, their highest honor.
"Understood, Young Master Lucas," the four replied again in unison.
"Go."
Lucas waved them off lazily.
The four left the suite.
The heavy door shut behind them.
And the smile on Lucas’s lips deepened.
He leaned against the window overlooking Woodland City and murmured under his breath,
"Julian D’Aurelius... let’s see what fate chooses today."
Once outside, Hemil, the leader, imdiately took out his phone.
His expression changed the instant they were beyond Lucas’s sight.
Respect vanished.
Contempt remained.
He sent a text ssage to Julian.
Fast.
Precise.
Then he led the other three down a quieter side corridor where no surveillance reached.
After reaching a hidden corner, Hemil spoke coldly.
"Lucas, that treacherous scoundrel, is plotting against Young Master Julian again."
One of the n spat lightly.
"That snake never learns."
Hemil lowered his voice.
"We can’t give him this chance. Later, we will..."
He whispered a few instructions.
The plan was sharp.
Dirty.
Beautifully dirty.
The other three showed satisfied expressions.
One grinned.
"As expected of our leader."
Another rubbed his hands.
"With this rit, Young Master Julian will definitely reward us."
The third laughed.
"And after earning rit..."
He raised his brows.
"...we hit the club."
Even Hemil smirked.
For a mont, four killers looked more like rowdy brothers conspiring over drinks.
Then they scattered.
Predators entering shadow.
As soon as Julian entered the private room, his phone vibrated.
A ssage from Hemil.
He glanced down.
Read.
Paused.
Then his expression turned... peculiar.
Almost offended.
(Alright, that bastard Lucas wants to drug .)
(Drugging is one thing, but arranging ugly won for ? And taking photos?)
(What a despicable act.)
His golden eyes narrowed.
(Luckily, I have a backup plan.)
A faint smile tugged at his mouth.
Bianca, seated beside him, caught the shift instantly.
And though he said nothing aloud—
she already understood enough.
Along the way, she had pieced together fragnts.
Lucas.
Sches.
Poison.
Trap.
And she had already begun a quiet investigation back in Valemont.
Once the threads connected—
she would close the net.
Personally.
Her red eyes glimred like banked fire.
Julian noticed and murmured under his breath,
"You look murderous."
Bianca smiled sweetly.
"Only professionally."
He nearly laughed.
"What would you two like to eat?"
Thalia handed the nu over, smiling broadly.
Her jeweled fingers brushed Julian’s hand a little too slowly.
And she swallowed slightly while looking at him.
No matter how delicious the food...
it couldn’t compare to a man.
Julian internally recoiled.
(Why does she look at like a tiger eyeing imported at?)
Bianca took the nu before Thalia could lean any closer.
Possessively.
Deliberately.
She casually ordered several dishes.
Premium seafood.
Signature roasted ats.
A few symbolic plates for appearances.
But with ulterior motives circling the room—
who truly had appetite?
After ordering, the kitchen moved fast.
Too fast.
Silver carts rolled in.
Steam rose in fragrant curls.
Rare sauces glistened.
Crystal plates caught chandelier light.
The feast was almost theatrical.
A banquet designed to distract.
To soften vigilance.
Julian leaned back and whispered,
"If the poison fails, they might kill us with overfeeding."
Bianca bit her lip to stop laughing.
Thalia mistook it for feminine shyness.
A dangerous misread.
Curiously, Thalia didn’t ntion business cooperation.
Not once.
Instead she chatted.
Too much.
Asked about Valemont.
About Julian.
About whether he liked older won.
Julian nearly choked on tea.
Bianca smiled so hard her cheeks hurt.
At one point Thalia asked,
"Young Master Julian, what kind of won do you prefer?"
He answered without blinking.
"Alive ones."
Silence.
Then Bianca burst out laughing.
Even a waiter almost dropped a tray.
Thalia, after a confused pause, laughed too.
Thinking it wit.
Missing the knife hidden in it.
anwhile—
behind service corridors—
the trap advanced.
A waiter received a small vial.
Colorless.
Odorless.
Enough to reduce Gold Realm warriors to crawling wrecks.
Hemil watched from shadow.
And quietly switched the marked glasses.
His mouth twitched.
"You sche against Young Master Julian with drugs?"
He muttered.
"Then enjoy your own dicine."
The other three nearly laughed.
rit indeed.
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Back inside the private room, all dishes had been served.
The aroma of spice and wine floated under soft candlelight.
Outside, rainwater still clung to windows.
Inside—
politeness covered warfare.
Thalia lifted a bottle personally.
Smiled.
And said,
"It’s rare for you two to visit Woodland. We should celebrate properly today."
She poured wine.
Ruby liquid stread like blood into crystal.
"Let’s have a drink..."
Her smile widened.
"...and discuss business after the al."
Julian watched the glasses.
Watched the servants.
Watched the smallest hesitation in one wrist.
Enough.
He knew.
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