Chapter 932
Sherilyn’s lips trembled as she spoke. “If even you were forced to take a poison pill, then what about my dad and Michael? Are they in worse shape?”
Elon smirked, almost enjoying her distress. “Your dad’s fine. He just got slapped around a bit. But Michael? Oh, he’s in bad shape. Rumor has it he lost his manhood and was beaten half to death.”
Sherilyn exploded in anger. “I don’t care what it takes, Elon, you have to make things right for my dad and Michael! I want that Andrew bastard to come to Blumedale and kneel before the Rhodes family as a slave! I want him skinned alive!”
Elon snorted, unimpressed. “I’ll deal with that punk, but not right now.”
Just then, Kaden walked in, holding a bowl of steaming liquid, his face covered with a mask. He announced, “Mr. Golding, the golden juice is ready!”
Almost immediately, both Elon and Sherilyn gagged, their faces twisting in disgust. Elon covered his nose, shouting, “Get that away from me! What the hell is that? It smells like crap!”
Sherilyn waved her hand in front of her nose, trying to block the stench. “Why does it smell so bad? Elon asked for golden juice, not whatever this is!”
Kaden explained calmly, “This is golden juice. Mr. Golding, you might not know this, but golden juice is made from freshly excreted human waste, boiled down. From a medical perspective, it does have strong detoxifying properties.”
Elon gagged again, his face turning pale. “Wait, are you saying golden juice is… human feces?”
“Yes, exactly,” Kaden replied, unfazed.
“You idiot! Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” Elon roared, his face red with anger.
Kaden shrugged, looking genuinely innocent. “I did try to warn you, Mr. Golding. I said the poison might be better left untreated, but you didn’t listen. You even hit me. So, I had no choice but to prepare what you asked for.”
He could not help but think Elon was impossible to deal with. After all, the fat heir was the one who insisted on taking the cure. Yet, now that he had prepared it, Elon could not handle it.
Sherilyn grabbed Elon’s arm, her face a mix of disgust and desperation. “Elon, you can’t eat… that! If you do, how am I ever supposed to… you know, be intimate with you again?”
Elon shoved her aside, his face flickering with hesitation and rage. “Andrew, you son of a bitch! You heartless freak! You’re not even human! What the hell do I do now? Should I take the antidote or not? Should I eat it… or not?”
Just like that, Elon found himself on the edge of a full-blown meltdown.
If the Bone-Rotting Elixir kicked in, his veins would break down, and his bones would rot from the inside out. Just picturing that nightmare made him shiver uncontrollably.
He thought, ‘No way. I can’t die from this. I won’t let myself die…’
He kept repeating that to himself as his survival instinct kicked into high gear.
Elon could not stop his eyes from drifting toward that bowl of golden juice. It was a shiny yellow, bubbling at the surface, clearly still hot and freshly brewed.
“Ugh!” He gagged again, this time nearly throwing up bile.
Sherilyn stared in horror. “Elon, you’re not really going to…”
She did not even finish her sentence, because right then, Elon’s chubby hand reached out–bit by bit–toward the bowl.
“Mr. Lake, Sherilyn, what happened today better stay between us. If anyone breathes a word of this to anyone, don’t blame me for going full psycho.”
He gave them both a deadly glare, and the two of them quickly nodded, signaling they understood the rules.
Then, with a face full of agony, Elon pinched his nose, picked up the bowl, and tilted his head back. He chugged it in one go.
However, he drank it way too fast, and the texture of that so-called broth was anything but smooth, so he immediately choked on it. In one disgusting burst, a mouthful of that golden, stinking liquid sprayed right out.
Not only did it cover Elon’s entire face, but it also splattered all over Kaden and Sherilyn.