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The ultimate husband

Chapter 5722
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Chapter 5722 Sensing Rachelle's fury, Darryl didnot know whether to laugh or cry.

"Uhh..." The pupil scratched his head at Rachelle's explanation. "You can continue, Brother | Darryl, I'll... T'll come back later." As he spoke, he turned to leave.

Rachelle was about to explode with panic at the words.

Why did he not seem to understand that the situation wasn't what it looked like? Just then, Darryl called out to the pupil.

"Hold on. What's the matter here?" The pupil stopped in his footsteps, hesitating before he spoke. "It's the Lange High Lady. She's been kicking up a huge fuss insisting to leave even though we've told her time and time again that we can't leave until we've found who

attacked Miss Heather." "She's been throwing tantrum after tantrum, saying we're holding her captive. In fact, she's at it right now." As the pupil spoke, his expression was i nothing but helpless.

Uhh... | Darryl frowned at the words. Veron really was a lot to handle.

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At the thought, Darryl said to the pupil, "Alright, I understand." As he spoke, Darryl turned to look at Rachelle. "Wait here for me. I'll come back for you once I'm done sorting out whatever's going on with Veron." "You can do whatever you want." Rachelle's face flushed crimson as she said impatiently, "What you do is none of my business."

| Darryl flashed a pained smile, turning to leave with the pupil in tow towards | Veron's room.

Whew! Rachelle let out a breath as Darryl left, unable to hide the frustration in her expression.

Darryl really was a bastard incapable of keeping his word. She was far better off going out to scout for information instead of waiting around for him— she might even be able to find out where Prince Auten was.

Upon making her mind up, Rachelle was about to leave.

Huh? Yet just then, Rachelle noticed a pill on the table in the pill room through the dim light.

It was obvious that Darryl had just made the pill,

All at once, Rachelle turned and walked over out of curiosity. She picked up the pill to inspect it, and reeled in shock. All that could be seen was that the pill was a beautiful shade of green, covered in thin blood-red veins. It was nothing like any | pill she had ever seen before.

Gulp! The pill smelt fragrant and refreshing.

Rachelle could not help herself, popping the pill into her mouth and swallowing it all at once.

Upon doing so, Rachelle stared at the door of the room as she mumbled to herself, "You wasted all my time making me stay here, Darryl Darby. I'm going to take this pill of yours, and we'll owe each other nothing after this." As she spoke, Rachelle was about to leave.

Yet she had barely gotten too far away upon taking the pill when a heat began to spread through her body. It grew stronger

and stronger, taking over her nerves.

"Ngh..." Rachelle cried out in pain, crumbling to the ground before writhing in pain.

Crap. Was this not a pill, but poison? If she had known that, she would have never taken it.

All at once, Rachelle was helpless as the heat only grew by the second. At last her vision darkened at the corners, and she blacked out completely.

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Over on another end.

Darryl had barely reached the door of the room before he could hear Veron's shouts sounding over.

"F*ck off, all of you! Let me out of here!" A few pupils stood blocking the door, all of them not daring to say anything,

Whew! Darryl frowned at the sight before walking up to the room. Its insides were a mess, the furniture completely destroyed.

Veron stood by the bed, flinging pillows around as if she was crazy.

"Brother Darryl!" At the sight of Darryl, the pupils guarding the door bowed and greeted him.

Darryl nodded, waving his hands.

"Alright, you can all go." Everyone called out in response, retreating slowly.

"Hey!" Veron flung the pillow in her hands at a wall before storming over to Darryl and shouting at him, "What right do you have to hold me captive? Who do you think you are?" Despite Darryl being extremely powerful

| in the Nine Continents, Veron was not scared of him at all.

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