Chapter 161: This Is My Turf

"Let me take a guess." Mary Porter tried to argue, but Pierce Jackson cut her off again. "These past three days, you must have reached out to top dermatologists, hematologists, even virologists in Arzania. Too bad none of them could fix your leg. They couldn't even detect any toxin in your system." Mary's pupils widened; fear flickered across her blue eyes. She had done exactly that. Three days earlier, after offending Pierce, Mary had refused to swallow her pride and go apologize to Pierce....