"It's not my fault, he happened to be there for dinner, I just wanted to check the room number, who knew it was such a coincidence..."
"Evelyn Sherman, are you a pig? If you feel something is wrong with your body, why didn't you call me?" Chester Yale growled, and reached out to pull the Evelyn from the chair to his side.
He glared at her fiercely.
Just a little bit...
If he had been one step slower...
The consequences were unimaginable!
Clara Sanders deserved to die!
"The medicine took effect so quickly that I couldn't go back to the private room to get my cell phone..." Evelyn met his cold gaze, bracing herself to speak.
She didn't know where Clara had gotten the drugs, but the effects were potent.
She wasn't a pushover, and if Clara dared to frame her with such dirty methods, she wouldn't let her off easy either!