Very fond of you

How did he make such a deduction? Benjamin could not decipher. 

''Look at the glass of water,'' Ryle said, without averting his gaze from it. 

Benjamin lowered his body, his eyes catching the hint of barely discernible white powder on the rim of the glass, ''She spiked it? But with what? Poison? Drugs…?" he paused for the briefest moment before turning to look at Ryle, ''...Is it aphrodisiacs?" 

''I don't know,'' Ryle tilted his head to the side, ''You can take a few sips to check.'' 

Benjamin almost choked on his own saliva. He shot up to his feet without wasting another second, ''Cough… Boss, what should we do…'' 

''Track the person she contacted and get them in. I want them breathing. But if they are dead, I want to see a corpse.'' 

A chill crept down Benjamin's spine when he saw the look on Ryle's face. There seemed to be a suppressed storm within him. 

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