Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wen Ye instantly collapsed onto the sofa. He should have fallen asleep, but Wen Ye’s aftereffects were too strong.

The bodyguards in the villa had already left. Wen Ye seemed to have woken up. When he thought of what he had said, Wen Ye’s face turned pale with fear.

If Wen Jin knew about this, wouldn’t Yu Anwan kill him?

Wen Ye’s fingertips were trembling. Without another word, he immediately called Yu Anwan to inform her of the news.

Wen Ye only hoped that he would not die too hard.

“What did you say? Tell me everything!” Yu Anwan’s voice was terrifyingly deep.

“Sister-in-law, big brother only knows about Dabao, not Xiaobao. I promise I didn’t say anything.”

To be precise, Wen Jin did not ask. Otherwise, Wen Ye might have said it along with him.

“You’re still very proud?” Yu Anwan sneered.

Wen Ye did not dare to make a sound.

Yu Anwan warned Wen Ye word by word, “If anything happens to Dabao, I’ll make sure you stay in South Africa for the rest of your life!”

Yu Anwan then hung up the phone.

Wen Ye wanted to cry but had no tears.

Sob, sob, sob. He felt so wronged. He was so miserable.

Yu Anwan hung up the phone and held it tightly in her hand. Her eyes were lowered. She had never expected such an accident to happen.

Was Wen Jin suspicious? Why would Wen Jin suspect something?

Yu Anwan was wondering where she had leaked the information.

However, Yu Anwan could only force herself to calm down as the banquet began. She knew very well that Wen Jin would also be there tonight.

And tonight, Wen Jin was probably coming for her.

Yu Anwan took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t allow herself to be in a sorry state in front of Wen Jin.

So what if Wen Jin knew?

There was no way Yu Anwan would let Yu Dabao go.

“Wen Jin, you’re dreaming.” Yu Anwan thought.

After Yu Anwan calmed herself down, she turned around and walked toward the banquet venue.

Suddenly, Yu Anwan stopped in her tracks and saw a man lying unconscious on the ground.

Yu Anwan narrowed her eyes slightly. She recognized him at a glance. He was the person she was looking for, the Italian Andrew.

He was the number one sage in the world of fragrance concisions. Even Shen Xingyuan had to admit defeat. He was an extremely talented person. However, Andrew had a strange temper and was extremely difficult to get close to.

But as long as you got Andrew’s recommendation, everything could be done with half the effort.

Andrew’s words were more useful than ten years of fighting.

The perfume that Andrew liked was one of the best-selling this year.

Yu Anwan did not expect to meet Andrew under such circumstances.

Without saying anything, she turned around and walked towards Andrew.

Andrew was unconscious on the ground, and his breathing was rapid. Yu Anwan could tell at a glance that Andrew had been poisoned.

This poison was only sold in the underground market. It was not fatal, but it could make people unconscious for a long time. If Andrew was not rescued in time, he would probably spend the rest of his life in a daze.

Someone didn’t want to keep Andrew alive. As for who this person was, Yu Anwan immediately understood.

The most intense competition with Andrew was the Spencer family that Lu Nanxin had hooked up with.

Two tigers couldn’t live on the same mountain. This was true no matter where it was. However, this method seemed to be much more sinister. Yu Anwan lowered her head and helped Andrew up nimbly.

“Mr. Andrew, were you still conscious?” Yu Anwan asked.

Andrew opened his eyes slightly and looked at Yu Anwan, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned not long ago.

Seeing Andrew open his eyes, Yu Anwan felt relieved. “Please hold on.”

With these words, Yu Anwan swiftly took a pill from her bag and fed it to Andrew. It was a Hundred Poisons Pill. This was a prescription Yu Anwan had obtained by chance from an old Chinese doctor and had modified herself.

It was meant to help Dabao and Xiaobao recover.

However, this Hundred Poisons Pill could resist all poisons and could eliminate the toxins in Andrew’s body.

Andrew didn’t resist. He seemed to have extra trust in Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan was somewhat surprised. After all, traditional Chinese medicine was mysterious to foreigners.

Yu Anwan didn’t dwell on it and patiently waited for Andrew’s condition to improve.

Time passed by, but Yu Anwan wasn’t in a hurry.

The effect of the Hundred Poisons Pill soon became apparent, and Andrew’s condition gradually improved. In less than fifteen minutes, Andrew’s condition had improved dramatically compared to his previous critical state.

“Are you feeling better?” Yu Anwan asked, concerned, as she lowered her head.

Andrew nodded. He was able to sit up steadily and then stood up slowly. “I’m fine, thank you.”

He said this in somewhat halting Chinese.

Yu Anwan was a bit surprised that Andrew could speak Chinese. After all, she had always conversed with Andrew in English, and there was no mention in Shen Xingyuan’s report that Andrew spoke Chinese.

“That’s good,” Yu Anwan replied in Chinese, speaking slowly as she knew Andrew was still adjusting.

Meanwhile, the banquet had already begun, but Yu Anwan had no rush to return.

Since Andrew was here, there was no point in Yu Anwan returning to the banquet. Her target had always been Andrew.

The perfume she held was far more valuable in getting Andrew’s recommendation than mingling at the dinner party.

Moreover, Lu Nanxin had already taken the initiative.

Yu Anwan lowered her eyes and remained silent, quietly accompanying Andrew.

It wasn’t until Andrew fully regained his composure that he looked at Yu Anwan with a calm gaze. Yu Anwan was slightly surprised by this look. She felt that Andrew appeared to be seeing another person through her eyes.

Had he mistaken her for someone else?

Or was it something else?

However, given the circumstances, Yu Anwan concealed her thoughts very well, at least not displaying any of them on the surface.

“What brand of perfume are you wearing?” Andrew finally asked Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan blinked, finding Andrew’s interest in her perfume a bit unexpected. Nonetheless, she quickly responded with a smile, “It’s not from any brand. It’s a custom blend.”

Yu Anwan spoke in a balanced tone.

Any perfume brand could be found on the market, and if you had the means, you could have them custom-made to your specifications.

The only problem was that this modification was done on the original basis.

In essence, it could not be separated from the previous brand’s tonality and fragrance, so it was easy to distinguish..

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