Chapter 611
Simon let out a sharp cry, tumbling across the ground as blood spurted from his mouth. His entire body trembled in fear, his mind on the verge of collapse. He could not believe how vast the difference in strength between him and Andrew actually was.
The dark arts he had been so proud of, along with his ambush using deadly poison powder, had not even made a dent. On the contrary, if Cedric had not spoken up on his behalf out of their old ties, Simon was sure he would already be dead by now.
As luck would have it, a cab happened to drive by. Simon threw the door open, jumped inside, and barked, “Drive!”
The driver stared at him in shock. “Dude, are you practicing for Halloween? Why are you covered in blood?”
Simon’s face contorted with pain, and he roared, “Are you going or not? One more word and I’ll take you out with one strike!”
Terrified, the driver slammed on the gas and sped off.
Meanwhile, back at the Aicker residence, chaos erupted. Cedric’s apprentices had been released and were visibly tense, fearing Simon might return for revenge.
Andrew announced confidently, “Relax. He wouldn’t dare come back. Take Mr. Aicker to rest and give him the best healing pill you’ve got.”
With that reassurance, the apprentices finally regained their composure and rushed to carry out Andrew’s order. Cedric’s injuries were serious. Even though Andrew had saved him in time, he still needed rest and treatment, given his age.
Francesca, on the other hand, had not suffered any wounds. Yet as she lay feverish and disoriented, her flushed skin glistened.
Andrew felt a headache coming on as her condition was far more complicated than Cedric’s.
“Andrew… I… I need you…”
Before Andrew could figure out how to counter the Enthralling Essence coursing through her, Francesca suddenly sprang up from the floor. With alarming speed, her delicate hands wrapped around Andrew’s neck, and her lips—soft and burning hot—aimed straight for his.
In the process, the coat Andrew had draped over her slipped off and fell to the ground. Her curvaceous figure, barely concealed by her disheveled clothes, was now fully on display.
Outside the hall, Francesca’s junior apprentice kept his head bowed low, not daring to look. In a trembling voice, he mumbled, “Dr. Lloyd, Mr. Aicker said… said the Enthralling Essence in Fran can only be neutralized by you. So… we’re counting on you!”
After blurting that out, the young man quickly ran off, too embarrassed to stick around.
Andrew cursed under his breath, calling Cedric a sly old fox. It was obvious that Cedric knew how potent the Enthralling Essence was. Apart from an intimate union, there was no other way to expel the drug from Francesca’s system.
That crafty old man had practically handed his granddaughter over to Andrew, leaving him to handle the situation however he saw fit!
“Andrew, please… I can’t take it anymore… I feel like my body is going to explode!” Francesca’s voice cracked with desperation as she clung to him, her body writhing with unbearable heat.
Andrew quickly placed his hand on the back of her neck, trying to restrain her. If he did not, she would undoubtedly lose all control and press her lips against his.
He attempted several times to wrap her back in the coat, but the Enthralling Essence was relentless. No matter how many times he dressed her, Francesca would squirm and tear the clothes off again, her body burning up.
“Andrew… I’m burning up… Help me, please!” Tears welled in Francesca’s eyes as she pleaded, her voice cracking with anguish.
She struggled to resist her impulses, but her body betrayed her, instinctively pressing against his. Soon, her hands roamed over Andrew’s chest and arms.