Chapter 107

Lucy White never expected Julian Powell to be Vincent Powell's cousin. In the original storyline, Powell Pharmaceuticals was still called Liu Pharmaceuticals at this point.

She remembered reading that Julian's aunt had treated him like her own son, yet named him heir before her accidental death. Later, he obtained an ancient formula that elevated Powell Pharmaceuticals to new heights.

But neither the original story nor online forums ever mentioned Powell Pharmaceuticals' origins as Liu Pharmaceuticals. The misfortunes of the Liu mother and son had been deliberately buried—undoubtedly Julian's doing.

No wonder Vincent showed signs of early demise, and Irene Powell's forehead bore dark omens. Julian had been pulling strings all along.

A cold glint flashed in Lucy's eyes. Eliminating one of Lily Green's powerful suitors early to weaken the protagonist's luck? She couldn't ask for more.

Besides, Julian's betrayal deserved retribution. She'd handle this without remorse.

Irene's fingers dug into the sofa armrest, her face pale. She should've realized—if her son died, Julian stood to gain the most.

"Master Lucy, can my son be saved?" Her voice trembled.

Vincent stared desperately at Lucy, eyes burning with survival instinct.

"There's time," Lucy nodded. "Ten days later would've been too late."

Irene slumped in relief, tears streaming.

"Two solutions." Lucy raised two fingers. "First: forcibly break the ghost marriage."

"But this damages vitality, shortening lifespan."

"And the second?" Irene pressed.

Lucy's lips curved. "Transfer the ghost marriage. Must be a blood relative."

Irene's eyes blazed with hatred. "Julian?"

"Exactly." Lucy's tone turned meaningful. "This is called returning the sender's own poison."

"Option two!" Irene spat through clenched teeth.

Lucy, having anticipated this, produced a talisman brush: "I'll need birth details, hair, blood samples, and the original marriage contract."

"I'll obtain them," Irene vowed.

Lucy handed Vincent a talisman. "Ward against evil. Keep it close."

She then wrote an herbal list: "Gather these quickly. I'll prepare vitality elixirs."

Irene accepted the list, showering gratitude as she escorted Lucy out.

At home, Vincent recalled, "Julian brought me home the night I fell ill."

"My finger stung inexplicably—now I understand..."

Irene sneered. "That ungrateful viper!"

"Rest now." She tucked him in. "I'll gather evidence and herbs."

Vincent nodded weakly.

Meanwhile, Edward Johnson fretted: "Could this backfire on you?"

Lucy smiled. "Karma won't touch me."

Gazing out the window, her eyes turned glacial. Once the ghost marriage transferred, let's see how Lily Green clings to this big fish.