CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183: UPGRADING METHODS

Because he knew that Clara Bennett would never do anything without assurance, the strange herbs she held must have some unique properties.

Arthur Davis shook his head and replied, "I only got the prescription, I’m not clear about the specific herbs."

She seemed a little helpless.

Because even in such a situation, it was difficult to discern exactly what Clara Bennett was contemplating.

William Foster nodded to indicate understanding, then took out his phone and snapped a photo of the prescription, immediately sending it to his private doctor.

The private doctor was asleep, suddenly awakened by the incoming message. He glanced at the prescription and was instantly shocked, sitting up straight in bed, quickly dialing William Foster’s number.

Once connected, the private doctor hurriedly said, "Sir Foster, who is so insidious to give you such a Chinese medicine! It’s truly ruthless!"

His tone revealed shock and concern.

For someone with such superb medical skills, situations that could astonish him were rare, and this was clearly an exception.

William Foster coldly said, "Stop with the nonsense, get to the point, what’s the effect of this medicine?"

He didn’t want to hear any unnecessary words, just wanted to know the actual situation.

Time was of the essence, any detail could decide the final result of this confrontation.

The private doctor took a deep breath and answered earnestly, "This medicine will make the taker lose mobility! Also, it will cause unbearable heat at night, requiring cold showers to slightly relieve the symptoms! More importantly, it’s extremely difficult to detoxify once poisoned, you’ll feel discomfort for at least a week, maybe even several months! The prescription is indeed treacherous, the opponent is definitely not ordinary."

After hearing the private doctor’s words, William Foster slightly raised his brow, and he roughly understood something.

He began to realize that behind this incident lay a more complex story, and everything that followed would become elusive.

No wonder it’s his wife, an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

William Foster felt full of admiration, proud to have such a smart and brave wife.

As for the fact that this was no ordinary person, hmph, William Foster’s wife was never ordinary.

Clara Bennett was indeed ruthless, not the cruelty to innocent people, but uncompromising towards provocateurs.

She knew she couldn’t take the life of William Foster’s uncle, nor let anyone latch onto evidence to provoke William Foster again, but still wanted the other party to know it was her.

Thus, she could issue a warning without overly drastic consequences, which was her thorough approach.

Therefore, Clara Bennett repeated the method from last time, but this time it was upgraded.

The success of the last time gave her inspiration but also reminded her not to replicate without changes; she had to innovate.

Yes, as long as it works, right?

Clara Bennett believed her so-called opponents weren’t fools; as long as the method was suitable, the result would naturally be good.

Wait, could they really guess?

While cracking the villa’s password, Clara Bennett truly considered this matter.

She pondered whether the other party could see through her plan.

But a few seconds later, Clara Bennett was relieved: If their intelligence were insufficient, she wouldn’t make it difficult for them.

Since the action had been decided, it was time to go all out.

Clara Bennett successfully cracked the password and used a homemade device to jam the surveillance cameras.

This little device, though simple, performed unexpectedly well at crucial moments, causing all the monitors to stop functioning properly.

She stealthily entered the villa, but as soon as she was in, she sensed the presence of people.

It was a form of intuition, in an extremely quiet environment, Clara Bennett, with her keen hearing, could catch faint breathing sounds.

Despite the pitch-black silence surrounding her, she still keenly captured these clues, her vigilance heightened as a result.

What Clara Bennett didn’t know was that her actions had long left a psychological shadow on several uncles. To avoid any further frightening events, they had reinforced the security, placing guards at the bedroom door.

Initially, they thought this would be secure enough, never imagining someone could easily break in.

They couldn’t believe that even with the door locked, guards outside the bedroom could still be infiltrated!

These uncles truly underestimated Clara Bennett’s capability and determination.

Clara Bennett had prepared well ahead; she took off her shoes, pulled out two syringes from her chest.

To avoid making any sounds and drawing attention, she executed every movement extremely cautiously.

Then, she stealthily went up the stairs, and before the two guards could respond, she swiftly rushed out.

"Oh—"

Before the words were fully spoken, Clara Bennett moved like a whirlwind, ghost-like, flashing before the two guards, and swiftly jabbed an injection into each of them.

Immediately afterward, before they could cry for help, she quickly covered their mouths, pinned them to the ground, the entire process was clean and neat, without the slightest delay.

With a soft "bang," the two guards’ heads collided, and under the effect of anesthesia, they nearly simultaneously fell to the ground, motionless.

All around it was silent again, as if everything returned to calm.

Inside the house, the Foster family’s uncle remained deep in sleep, completely unaware of the events unfolding outside the door.

He turned over, continuing his dream, without the slightest awareness or unease.

Clara Bennett took what she needed, walked upstairs, and like no one was stopping her, directly entered the room.

She meticulously arranged every detail, ensuring everything was foolproof, then gently pushed open the room door and sneakily entered.

Time seemed to fly, but in fact, only twenty minutes had passed.

During that period, Clara Bennett completed her mission, and with an almost leisurely demeanor, left this story-filled little house, leaving behind only a faint aroma and a carefully designed scene.

Almost as soon as Clara Bennett was a short distance away, William Foster began urging the person beside him, "Arthur Davis, take the nearest route back, make sure not to let the Young Madam find out we’re tailing."

Arthur Davis responded very crisply, "Okay."

Then the vehicle swiftly drove along the predetermined route.

Even so, William Foster still reluctantly watched the gradually shrinking figure in the rearview mirror.

That was Clara Bennett riding away on a motorcycle.

Despite the night obscuring his view of the specific appearance, he could still feel a unique blend of grace and beauty rising from within, causing him to smile slightly.

Not long after, William Foster dialed a phone number, connected, and reached Daniel Wright’s ear.

"You need to head there right now; I’ll give you the exact location. Please handle the situation on-site promptly,"

William Foster seriously conveyed his request, "Make sure not to alarm my uncle. I’ll personally explain everything to him tomorrow. Also, remember to check which drinks have been tampered with and clear those items."