Tempted By My Adoptive Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 13: The Allergen Sham!

Immediately they arrived at their hotel room, Pierre opened the door for Ama to enter; shortly after he put on the lights, he swallowed his facial expressions. She is reacting; Ama's skin is swelling, and her arm, face, neck, etc.

"Stop scratching. Let me see," Pierre insisted. Ama walks closer to him as he examines her body. "This is an allergic effect; why is it so? What did you eat?" he asked, confused.

Ama kept on scratching her body aggressively. "I don't remember, but I know that I ate a lot from the elegant party menu,"

"That's my good girl, don't scratch too aggressively; I'll go to the establishment lab and get you some allergy medications," He said calmly at her.

"Okay," Ama muttered but instantly started scratching again.

Pierre grabs both her arms together. "Stop scratching you, dummy," He yelled at her, and she flinched.

Pierre brought his phone from his pocket and dialed Hugo's call number. He picks on the third ring.

"Hello, Leroy," He called with a stern face. "Where are you at?"

"You've gone back to the establishment? Please, can you help me make an antidote for allergy?"

"What kind of antidote?" Hugo asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but she's having a rash and swells all over her body," Pierre said.

"What is happening?" Hugo asked from the other side of the phone.

"Ama, she has an allergy, and I don't know the cause of it,"

"I think I do know the cause!" Hugo voiced out from the phone.

"What is it?" Pierre eagerly asked.

"Is she allergic to dogs?" He asked.

At that moment, Pierre understood the reason for her allergy. He then remembered he dragged her away from the American Eskimo dog a few hours ago.

"She's allergic to a dog, Hugo. Please, now you know the kind of medication to make! Please send it to the hotel room; I'll talk to you later," He hugged up.

A few hours later, a dispatch bike drove to the hotel. Pierre went out to meet him, took the medication from him, and went back inside. Pierre walked into the bathroom to get warm water with a towel. He carried it to the sitting parlor where Ama was lying down, looking faint and sick.

"Cold..." Ama stuttered.

"Ama, please sit up and take this medicine here," Pierre handed over a glass of water and also the medicine to her. She took it instantly and swallowed.

"Are you feeling any better?" Pierre asks after three minutes to see the effect of the drug as the swells slowly dry down.

"Yes, A little better," She manages to answer.

"Here," Pierre handed over her a glass of clean water. "Drink some water; it will help the dryness you're having under your throat, and it will also help the medication work faster,"

"Okay, but I need to go to the bathroom first; I need to ease myself. I'm feeling pressed,"

"Okay, girl," Pierre looked worriedly at her as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Ama was done with her business and was about to wash up her palm when she instantly saw her reflection in the mirror; she cringed in shock.

"Oh my goodness! Ahhhhhhhhhh," Ama screamed in shock, looking at herself in the mirror.

Pierre flinched as he jumped out of the room to the entrance door of that bathroom that was still closed. "Ama, what is it? What's wrong?"