Chapter 142 Go On a Date With Me

"What did you make me swallow?" Joseph asked, panicked. "A poison," Nancy said coldly. "Without my antidote, within seven days, blood will pour from your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. You'll die miserably. And if you dare tell anyone, you die sooner." Of course, she knew he was the eldest son of the Gates family. If anything had actually happened to him, the consequences would have been disastrous. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she had given him nothing more than a simple sugar pill—enough to scare him, but harmless. Joseph's pupils shrank sharply. He stared at the face so close to his, realizing this woman was a true femme fatale. And damn it all, he actually found it thrilling. She was the first woman in the world brave enough to treat him like this. No tears, no pleading, no compromises—just the most direct and ruthless way to shut him up. And she had done it with clean, decisive efficiency. He suddenly chuckled, low and husky. "If I die beneath a beauty's hand, at least I'll d