Chapter 192 Still Looked Uneasy
In the blink of an eye, the two men leaped up onto the roof and vanished from sight.
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Margaret wasted no time rushing out the gate to help the unconscious Winter up. “Winter, are you all right?”
Seeing she showed no sign of waking, with a faint trail of blood trickling from the back of her head, Margaret had no time to hesitate. She lifted her onto her back and carried her to her room to tend the wound first.
Winter had only tried to run for help the moment she opened her mouth, only to be struck down.
Margaret had no idea who the assassin was, but his murderous intent was clear–he had come specifically to take her life.
Luckily, he knew little about her abilities. If he’d dodged her sneak attack just now, she would surely have met her end today.
She also wondered who the mysterious black–robed man who’d saved her was, and why he’d intervened out of nowhere.
The assassin’s martial arts were extraordinary; daring to sneak into the Prime Minister’s Estate alone meant he came from no ordinary background.
After bandaging Winter’s wound, Margaret decided to go out and report the incident.
But as she reached the door, she thought of Timothy’s petty, meddlesome nature.
Now that both black–robed men were gone without a trace, who would believe her if she suddenly claimed someone had tried to kill her?
Worse still, Stella would surely seize the chance to stir up more trouble if word got out about a stranger coming to her rescue.
Timothy would offer no help, only bring endless trouble.
With that thought, Margaret dropped the idea of reporting the attack. She stepped outside for a short while, ordering several maids and servants to stand guard outside her courtyard before heading back inside.
If the assassin returned, the guards at the gate would at least buy her a little time.
Just then, a faint sound came from the courtyard wall.
A set of acupuncture needles materialized in Margaret’s hand at once, ready to strike–only for a dark figure to climb weakly over the wall and slump against it, drained of strength.
It was the same man who’d saved her.
Margaret frowned and walked slowly toward him. “Who are you? Why did you appear here all of a sudden?”
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Chapter 192 Still Looked Uneasy
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The man glanced up at her, then closed his eyes and fainted outright.
Margaret stared in surprise.
He just passed out like that?
Grateful he’d come to her aid, she carefully felt his pulse to confirm he wasn’t feigning unconsciousness. Satisfied, she helped him into the nearby guest chamber.
His arm was covered in fresh blood. The wound itself was not deep, but poison from the blade had already seeped into his bloodstream.
Fortunately, it was no rare or complex toxin. Margaret neutralized it easily, then covered him with a quilt.
The wound was inflicted by a poisoned dart. She shuddered to think how lethal the venom was.
Thankfully, Winter has only been struck by the flat back of the dart. With her delicate constitution, a direct hit would have been fatal.
Just as her thoughts drifted, the man’s brows furrowed, and his eyes fluttered open unexpectedly.
Margaret stepped back warily. “Who are you?”
He glanced around the room first, then leaned weakly against the headboard, looking at her calmly. “My name is Baxter. I believe you’ve heard of me, Ms. Campbell.”
Baxter…
Margaret realized instantly. “You’re one of Prince Theodore’s shadow guards?”
She remembered Theodore mentioning assigning personal shadow guards to watch over her, and everything clicked into place. “How long have you been following me? I never sensed your presence at all.”
Baxter parted his lips to speak, only to break into a violent coughing fit.
Margaret said, “Your injuries are not severe, but you were stricken with poison. Though I’ve neutralized it, your body is still weak. Rest first, and we can talk once you’ve recovered tomorrow.”
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