NovelFinishChapter 590 Everyone felt like crying, but Keaton, trying to muster scourage, said: "Look, we're starving here. Please, have a heart and let us go. It's the holiday season. If we all starve to death, next tyou get hurt, there'll be no one around to keep you company." Tarquin barely lifted an eyelid and dropped a bomb, "Want a meal or your legs?" "Excuse me?" "If you want to eat, you'll have to break a leg! Literally. Break your own leg, then you can go." Everyone: " || Seizing the moment Tarquin headed for the bathroom, the group lamented in despair, "Who on earth managed to anger the Grim Reaper himself during the holidays?" "If we find out who it is, they're as good as dead! It's their fault we're all suffering!" "Talk about being clueless. Out of everyone to provoke, they had to pick Tarquin. Don't they know he's the last person in Jindale City you'd want to mess with?" "Keaton, do you know who it is?" Keaton, nearly fainting from hunger, lazily replied, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't dare mess with them." "Why? Besides Tarquin, is there someone else in Jindale City we should be afraid of?" "Not exactly a big shot, but if you try anything on her, Tarquin will make sure you regret it!" Everyone was shocked but curious, gossiping, "Who is it?" Before Keaton could answer, someone's stomach growled loudly, "For the love of God, please let Tarquin let us go grab a bite! I'll light a candle, I'll bow down!" Keaton said, "Praying to God won't help, you need to pray to Elysia!" "Who's Elysia?" Keaton said, "She's the one person even Tarquin wouldn't dare cross! Remember that name. If you ever run into her, don't even think about causing trouble! Better yet, just kneel and cling to her coattails. Whoever manages to get on her good side is set for life!" Everyone: "??? Really? That's hard to believe!" Keaton remained enigmatic, offering only a smile.
But in his mind, it was clear as day. Clinging to her coattails was like winning Tarquin's favor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd that was no exaggeration.
Keaton had already decided to visit Elysia with a gift tomorrow! Little did Elysia know, her nwas making rounds in the elite circles, despite her humble background.
A bunch of big shots were waiting to cling to her coattails! Meanwhile, in the bathroom.
Tarquin leaned against the sink, phone in hand, hesitating. Eventually, he didn't contact Elysia directly.
He sent a message to Benjamin instead, "How's Elijah doing?" Benjamin replied promptly, "All good here, don't worry." After a few seconds, Tarquin typed, "Is Elysia taking care of Elijah?" "No, Elijah just needs rest, no special care. She's been in the lab all day working on the antidote, just went home." All day in the lab? That probably meant she was too busy to reach out, not intentionally ignoring him.
This thought slightly eased Tarquin's mind, but he pressed on, "Where did she go?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"She stayed in the ssuite with her kid last night. She hurt her hand in the lab earlier sb Xurged her to go hand rest. She's been pushing herself too hard." Hurt her hand? Tarquin's brows furrowed, his concern escalating.
While still walking out, he dialed Benjamin, "How did she hurt her hand? Is it serious? Why didn't you tellsooner?"
Benjamin sounded exasperated, "...it's not serious, just@prick from a plant's thom. " "Did it bleed?" "Yeah, but..."
"Bleeding and it's not serious?! You should've calledsooned imm heading back now!" After hanging up, Tarquin grabbed his coat and car keys, and dashed out.
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