Chapter 415: Let's Make a Deal

Olive was determined to distance herself from Marvin. His health needed immediate attention, and she couldn't tolerate his involvement in her affairs. Being both friends and confidantes, Marvin understood and readily agreed to leave, asking for nothing; he knew everything.

After seeing Marvin off, Olive turned to Jean, curling her red lips. "Of course, I must think for myself. I fear death, and I won't die without a fight. I demand Major General Paulo hand over the antidote for 'The Old Lady.'" Stepping before Jean, she extended her slender hand, requesting the antidote.

Jean shook his head. "I have no antidote, Olive. There is no antidote for 'The Old Lady.'"

"Then give me the recipe. I'll make it myself," Olive countered, raising her delicate eyebrows.

Jean smiled playfully. "Olive, do you think I'll give you the recipe? Don't waste your time. You can't force it from me. You might find a solution, but I have no weaknesses; you can't threaten me."

He spoke truly. He lacked weaknesses; love was a weakness. Unlike Olive, whose fatal flaw was her loyalty to Marvin. Jean was extreme and unwell, his heart devoid of love, filled only with games. His years of research culminating in this potion against the immortality bloodline; he wouldn't relinquish his achievement so easily.

Mr. Paulo scoffed coldly. "Olive, don't dream. Jean won't give you the recipe."

Charlotte added viciously, "That's right, Olive. You can't have it all. Save Marvin, and you die!"

Olive remained unfazed; she anticipated this. She understood Jean's flawed personality. She asked curiously, "Jean, do you truly care for nothing? No weaknesses? What about Mr. Paulo, your grandfather, and Charlotte, your sister?"

Mr. Paulo and Charlotte, previously arrogant and anticipating Olive's demise, froze. Their eyes fixed on Jean's handsome face. A cold glint appeared in his eyes. "Olive, what do you mean?"

Olive kept her hands behind her back. "Young Master Paulo, you may believe you care for nothing, but you have something to lose. I intend to destroy it, and you can't stop me."

Jean's thin lips pursed; he sensed a trick. Suddenly, Mr. Paulo cried out in pain, clutching his chest and collapsing onto the carpet.

Charlotte's eyes widened, and she rushed to his side. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Jean checked Mr. Paulo's pulse—he'd been poisoned with Necro. Jean looked up at Olive. "Olive, what have you done?"

"I've treated your people as you treated mine," Olive replied. "At the wedding, I poisoned Mr. Paulo with Necro, a poison different from Marvin's. Necro manipulates; this poison is stronger, causing excruciating, ant-like biting sensations."

"As for Necro, I needn't explain it further, Young Master Paulo. Poor Mr. Paulo, to endure such pain in his old age! I wonder how long he has left."

"Mr. Paulo is my bargaining chip. We'll make a deal. I'll detoxify him, and you give me the recipe."

Mr. Paulo, despite his desire to refuse, was wracked with agonizing pain. He fell to the ground, writhing.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Charlotte cried in terror. Mr. Paulo, the family's pillar, had fallen.

"Olive, you dared poison my grandfather! You're cruel!" Charlotte raged.

Olive, far from seeing herself as the villain, knew she needed a backup plan to survive her fight with the Paulo family.

"Charlotte, you've been pampered. Now, Mr. Paulo's downfall terrifies you. His fall means the Paulo family's fall, and yours too. Instead of cursing, beg your brother for the recipe to save your grandfather and your family!"

Charlotte, startled, looked at Jean, clutching his shirt. "Bro, give Olive the recipe. It's just a recipe! She might not even succeed."

"Grandpa raised us. He loves you most. Please save him!"

Jean slowly set Mr. Paulo down, stood, and stared at his grandfather with a terrifying darkness in his blue eyes. "Grandpa, you always wanted Joyce Brown's daughter dead. I'm fulfilling your wish. Don't worry; you won't be alone in heaven. Olive will soon join you. Don't blame me."

Charlotte trembled. "Bro... Bro, you..."

Mr. Paulo, abandoned and writhing in pain, reached out to Jean. "Jean... Jean..."

Olive looked down at him. "Mr. Paulo, look clearly. This is the grandson you raised, a lunatic, a monster."