I Love You, Miss Genius ( Bonnie Shepard ) novel Chapter 591

Tyree and the masked individuals raised their guns and closed in on Bonnie.

Standing motionless, Bonnie watched them converge on her from all directions. Nevertheless, she looked fearless.

She said nothing until Tyree was about to approach her to grab her.

"You can arrest me, torture me, and interrogate me for the antidote. But you'll find it hard to extract any useful information from me, even after days of torture. Mr. Auguste, your time is limited, with only one hour left..."

She glanced at her watch and continued, "Oh, no, my mistake. Five minutes have already passed, so you have fifty-five minutes left. Do you think you can endure it?"

"How dare you—"

Auguste barely had time to speak before the unbearable sensation of itching surged over him, tormenting him relentlessly.

He couldn't alleviate the sensation, whether he tried to scratch or not. In the end, he fell to the ground and rolled around in agony.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Auguste's voice of agony echoed throughout the villa.

"Mr. Auguste!" Tyree shouted anxiously before running over to help Auguste get up from the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Auguste's forehead was covered in cold sweat and turned extremely pale. He finally realized the severity of the poison Bonnie had administered.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "If I let you and Mr. Ivor go, will you give me the antidote?"

Bonnie nodded. "That's right! And I can swear in the name of my academic title that once we leave safely, I'll have the antidote sent to you. You should know that I always keep my promises, unlike some people with useless reputations.”

Tyree didn't expect Auguste to agree so readily and wanted to interject. "Mr. Auguste, are you sure you want to do this? What if—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Auguste's roar cut him off.

"If I don't do this, do you want to watch me die? Or have you been coveting my position, hoping for my early demise?"

Tyree was unsure what to say, and finally lowered his head in silence before speaking softly, "I wouldn't dare."

Watching Tyree retreat to the corner, Mr. Auguste waved his hand to his subordinates nearby.

"Let them go."

"Yes." The subordinates responded in unison and quickly stepped aside to make way.