Chapter 343

Agony crashed over Beatrice Quincy like tidal waves. A million fire ants seemed to be gnawing at her back.

"Ah—"

A bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat as she curled into a fetal position.

The excruciating itch drove her nearly mad. Her hands twitched uncontrollably, desperate to claw at her skin.

"Don't move!"

Bianca Fairchild seized her wrists with surprising strength.

Her pupils contracted sharply when she glimpsed Beatrice's back—an ominous rash was spreading visibly across the skin.

"Those plants," she said tightly. "Liam, call the medics now!"

The Croix brothers paled, fumbling for their walkie-talkies.

"Let me go!" Beatrice thrashed violently, tears and snot smearing her face. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Why only me—"

SMACK!

The sharp slap silenced her mid-sentence.

Bianca's palm stung, but her voice was glacial. "Keep struggling and you'll never wear backless dresses again."

The blow stunned Beatrice into silence.

She gaped at this unfamiliar version of her sister, suddenly realizing she'd almost shattered her carefully crafted image on camera.

"I...it hurts so much..." Instantly switching tactics, she summoned tears on command, adopting a pitiful whimper.

The live chat exploded:

[Holy shit Bianca's a badass!]

[That reaction time! Beatrice would've shredded her back without her.]

[Fake much? Clearly Bianca poisoned her!]

[Open your eyes! Even Bianca's got scratches on her hand.]

Beads of sweat dotted Bianca's temples as she restrained her writhing sister.

Her gaze darkened when she noticed faint red marks emerging on her own hand.

Those plants...were definitely toxic.