Chapter 333 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Bella could tell from the model’s expression that something was off. Molly might be feeling ill, but she was still hanging in there.

“Should I have a staff member go up and check?” Hans whispered to his sister.

Bella replied, “No need. She’s got this.”

This was her competition. It was up to her whether and when to stop, if she could keep going.

Molly was slowing down, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. As she was about to wrap things up, she suddenly blacked out and collapsed on stage.

The audience was stunned, some standing up, staring in disbelief at Molly lying motionless on stage.

“She wasn’t feeling well just now.” one of the models on stage yelled.

Several staff members rushed to her, but Mirabella beat them to it.

Mirabella was the first one to reach Molly, quickly checking her pulse. Within a second, her expression turned grave.

“Get her to a hospital,” she commanded.

In her rush to leave the house/Mirabella didn’t bring any medical tools. She couldn’t treat Molly right away, but she quickly performed some first aid to let the medication gradually take effect.

Two staff members immediately carried Molly off the stage. There were murmurs about what happened, whether Molly had any underlying conditions that caused her to faint.

Mirabella stood up, scanning the audience. Her voice, amplified by the microphone on her collar, reached everyone’s ears.

“Lock down the venue. Someone’s been poisoned.”

The chilling announcement shocked the crowd.

This was an international competition. Who would dare to poison someone openly?

Molly was a contestant. The person who wanted to hurt her, could it be another contestant?

Could it really be another contestant trying to sabotage Molly?

All eyes turned to the stage, onto Isabella, who was the prime suspect. She immediately retorted, “What are you all looking at me for? didn’t do it, I would never.”

There were doubts about how Mirabella could quickly conclude that Molly was poisoned. What if she just ate something bad or was simply unwell?

“Call the police.” Mirabella turned to the host.

The host was flabbergasted.

Call the police??

Wouldn’t that tarnish the reputation of the entire industry and jeopardize future competitions?

Mirabella retorted, “If we don’t call the police, will we investigate ourselves? Even if we find the culprit, who’s going to believe us? Allowing a criminal to remain in this industry would be the real smear on our reputation

The host looked at the organizer, who nodded. Only then did he dare to take out his phone to call the police.

“Everyone, on and off the stage, stay put. Do not leave.”

When Mirabella finished speaking, someone raised their hand, wanting to go to the washroom. Mirabella curtly responded, “Hold it in.”

The venue fell silent.

Mirabella’s presence was intimidating. Her cold demeanor gave off a vibe that upsetting her would lead to dire consequences, so everyone quieted down. Hans, one of the judges, realized the gravity of the situation. He knew what Mirabella was worried about. She wanted to stay and investigate but was concerned about leaving Molly alone at the hospital. So, he signaled to Mirabella that he would check on Molly.

Mirabella nodded, and soon, the Dawnstar police arrived.

People pointed towards Mirabella, who called the police. When the police approached her, asking why she was so sure Molly was poisoned, she replied, “Because she was poisoned with HN2C, a colorless, odorless poison recently surfaced on the market.”

Everyone saw that her explanation was bang on and couldn’t help but wonder, how did she know?

The cop asked her in Dawnstar language, seeing as this is odorless and tasteless, how did her figure out Molly got hit with HN2C?

Mirabella answered in fluent Dawnstar, she deduced it from Molly’s pulse. She checked Molly’s pulse just now, and it was exactly like what someone poisoned by HN2C would have.

Generally, people struck by this poison felt intense stomach pain, so painful that they passed out. When they woke up, the pain spread to their limbs, they passed out again, and when they woke up, the pain spread all over.

This process lasted for three days; normal hospitals can’t figure out the cause, and painkillers didn’t work.

This HN2C was developed by some small country, specifically for torture, so she had no idea how it ended up on the streets.

This poison can’t be ingested, and it can only seep into the skin through contact and then release its toxicity. The people of that country would let this poison touch the skin of criminals during interrogatiohs. After a while, the criminal would be rolling on the ground from unbearable pain. Each time they pass out and wake up, the pain intensifies until they can’t take it anymore and confess.

The cop understood, so contestant number one must have come into contact with something to be poisoned.

Some people in the crowd turned pale after hearing what Mirabella said.”

This type of poison didn’t exist in Solterra, and Queen Abby was a Solterra designer. How could she possibly know so much.

Mirabella noticed someone had been watching her, but when she turned around, she couldn’t find the person.

The cops quickly started their investigation, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. Mirabella was sitting at the judge’s table, the other judges wanted to ask her some questions, but her cold aura scared them off, and in the end, none of them dared to ask.

This girl’s aura was too strong, and it made people feel uneasy.

Mirabella thought of something, took out her phone, and messaged Hans, telling him Molly was hit with HN2C, that it required a cocktail of dozen–plus drugs for treatment. She even made a list of medications; instructing the hospital to follow this method to save her.

Actually, the best method was bleeding at several points, and it’s the quickest and most effective method.

But this was Dawnstar. The doctors here didn’t know acupuncture or bleeding, so Mirabella could only do what she could.

She didn’t know that this method was later kept by the hospital and saved several patients with the same symptoms.

But that’s a story for another time.

After a while, another cop came to consult Mirabella in a low voice, asking her how to find which items contained HN2C.

Mirabella had them prepare a few things, mix them together, and spray them on the items‘ surfaces. If the item changed color, it meant it contained HN20. People were gobsmacked, and they didn’t expect a designer to know so much.

The cops quickly followed her advice.

Not long after, a cop yelled, meaning he found HN2C on the silver diamond. Molly must have used the silver diamond while making the wedding dress and her hand came into direct contact with HN2C, that’s why she got poisoned.

“I remember.” Just then, Isabella on the stage suddenly spoke up, “Before the competition started, I saw Penny challenging Molly backstage.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Penny was clearly nervous, “I don’t know her. We’re just competitors challenging each other, just trying to gauge each other’s abilities, that’s all.”

The cops didn’t care for Penny’s excuses, and they immediately started checking the security footage. They found that before the second round started, everyone was preparing to go on stage, only Penny passed the box full of silver diamonds.

“You have no evidence that I did this. Let me go.” Penny struggled on stage, shouting out loud, “I can sue you.”

*HN2C can’t come into direct contact with the skin, or it will get infected with toxicity. If you want to poison someone, this stuff has to be kept in a container.” Mirabella’s voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone on her collar, “HN2C usually exists in liquid form.”

Everyone turned to look at her and found her to be very calm, very awesome indeed.

Then, the big screen on stage suddenly switched to the surveillance footage. Before everyone could react, they saw Penny indeed passing by that box filled with silver diamonds.

The box was labeled as number 1, clearly meant for contestant number 1, Molly.

Who had zoomed in on the surveillance? The cops looked at each other. Who was controlling the surveillance?

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