Chapter 332
Chapter 332
Of course, Arabella was aware that what she was doing was going against the natural rules. The
legends of rescuing a person with the other person's life might not be true. She didn't believe in Gods
or ghosts. She only believed in herself.
However, the Mandala poison had extremely high toxicity. When she tested the poison on herself, it
had eroded her valuable blood and the negative effects were very ferocious and menacing. She wasn't
sure about what would happen if she used the poison on herself again.
She didn't know that Tyrone once got the last Mandala flower. He was an academician in Faykarta and
was leading an elite medical R&D team. Now he was telling her in a firm voice that the Mandala poison
would remain in her body and that a person who was intoxicated with this poison could not live for long.
Indeed, this was a deadlock. Between she and Kenneth, only one of them could survive!
Tyrone stood up and said in an indifferent voice, "Think over it."
He directly left after finishing the words.
"Mr. Lucero!" Arabella quickly stepped forward and grasped his sleeve, pleading, "Please don't tell your
brother about this. This is a matter between the two of us. You don't have the right to tell him about NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.
this!"
Tyrone stopped in his tracks. He looked down and fixed his dark, bright eyes on her hand. Her fair
fingers were curling as she was stubbornly using great force to grasp his sleeve.
Right at this moment, they heard some click-clicking sounds of cameras. The next moment, the door
was pushed open and a group of journalists swarmed into the pharmacy.
With each holding a camera, they shot this scene crazily. All of them looked quite excited.
Arabella withdrew her hand. She looked up at the journalists who had swarmed into the pharmacy.
Stephany didn't come; instead, a group of journalists came. She could tell that this was Stephany's trick
again at a single thought.
Stephany was really afraid. Probably she wanted to eliminate her when she was still a mystery to
others. Therefore, she set her and Tyrone up in haste.
The journalists scrambled to hand their microphones to them.
"Mrs. Lucero, excuse me, what are you doing with this hunk? You two stayed in the same room alone
and you pulled his sleeve just now. Did you cheat on your husband?"
"Mrs. Lucero, did Mr. Lucero know about this? He pampers you a lot, but did you cheat on him behind
his back?"
"Mrs. Lucero, you were entitled as a talented girl after acupuncturing with a gold needle not long ago,
but soon after that, you were caught cheating on your husband. Have you ever thought of the
consequences?"
"Hey hunk, you look unfamiliar. Are you a Hardgradish? Do you know that Arabella has a husband?"
"Hunk, please say something. Which of you take the initiative? Does Mrs. Lucero take the initiative to
seduce you?"
Tyrone remained calm in the face of these microphones and cameras. There was no expressional
change on his handsome face. He was not surprised; nor was he panicked. He looked indifferent and
aloof.
Nor did Arabella shrink back. She straightened her slender back and looked at those journalists
composedly and silently.
Soon, the clamoring crowd quieted down. They had made interviews for years, but it was the first time
that they met people with such composure.
Arabella and Tyrone looked at them blandly as if they were saying, "We'll watch you quietly and you
can work harder on your show."