Chapter 2075

Jenson froze, his expression one of confusion as he stared at the hand gripping his—its strength was undeniable, far too much for someone who had been bedridden. It took him a moment to process the situation. As he looked up, he saw that the frail Chandler he had just seen was now completely transformed. Though still pale, Chandler exuded a vitality that was impossible to ignore. An air of authority surrounded him, and the space seemed to hum with his commanding presence. "Chandler, you—" Jenson's words faltered, his mouth agape in shock. Chandler removed his hand from Jenson's wrist and placed it gently on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring pat. He nodded slightly, confirming Jenson's suspicion. It had all been a deception. Chandler had never been poisoned, not for a second. "What about Kingsley? You two had it all figured out, didn't you?" Jenson muttered, slapping his thigh in frustration. Their act had been so convincing that Jenson hadn't suspected a thing. Chandler chu