Chapter 902

Mable sighed as she looked at her phone. Italee. The Saint Ellis Hotel. Rory frustratedly hung up the video call and tossed his phone onto the table. He wished he could strangle that woman! He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Rory furrowed his brows and thought, ‘It seemed like no ordinary poison could cause organ failure.’ When he confidently assured Mable that she would not die, he was trying to comfort her. The Necro Poison was too mysterious and sophisticated. Even studying poisons for so many years, he had not wholly unraveled its secrets. Rory lost in thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and made a call. The call went through. "Mr. Rory, what can I do for you?" Jeremiah’s voice came on the other end of the line. "Mr. Jeremiah, if you don't act quickly, she's in danger," Rory said. Jeremiah's tone became stern and asked, "What happened?" "She poisoned," Rory replied. "Poisoned?" "If you don't hurry, you might not see her again." "I understand. Than