Chapter 825 - Off-limits For You

In the dimly lit room, Yves' reluctance cast shadows across his face as he reluctantly extended his hand towards the small bottle of poison. 

His fingers hesitated for a brief moment before wrapping around the vial, a decision made not out of choice, but rather out of a calculated necessity to navigate the intricate maze of impending dangers.

"Why not take care of it yourself?" Yves questioned, a subtle challenge underlying his words. 

The masked guard's eyes, concealed behind the ominous mask, held an unwavering gaze, revealing no hint of emotion.

The guard's response carried a chilling implication. "His meals are always tested for poison before reaching his mouth. But I guess he will make an exception for you." 

The words hung in the air, resonating with a sense of clandestine precision.