Chapter 38: I Studied Medicine. I Don't Design Lingerie!

"Bullshit!" Jonathan Lyson trembled with rage, jabbing a finger into the car as he bellowed, "Did you run your mouths in front of Mr. Azakiel? Stirring up trouble and poisoning the well?!" "We didn't make anything up," Taylor Looske said, wide-eyed and innocent. She blinked. "We only told him the truth. We told the master you're carrying the Five Toxins, and that he should be careful not to get infected. How is that 'talking nonsense'?" "You… you deserve to die!!!" Jonathan's vision swam. His...