Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Gift
I returned to my apartment late that evening, my mind racing with Damian's horrifying fate.
My phone chimed with a notification from the hidden camera in the storage room.
The live feed was working perfectly.
I could see the empty room glowing faintly in the infrared night vision.
The next afternoon, Naomi insisted we have tea in her sunroom to celebrate the upcoming wedding.
She poured a cup of herbal tea from a silver pot and handed it directly to me.
"Drink up, dear, it will help calm your nerves before the ceremony," Naomi smiled warmly.
I took the cup, pretending to take a small sip while actually letting it spill onto my scarf.
Ten minutes later, I pretended to feel dizzy and excused myself to go home early.
I drove straight to an independent toxicology lab recommended by Marcus.
The technician ran a rapid analysis on the stained fabric of my scarf.
"Mrs. Wellman, traces of a heavy synthetic sedative were found on this material," the technician reported.
"If you had consumed a full cup, it would have left you entirely paralyzed and compliant for hours."
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They weren't just planning to trick me into signing papers.
They were planning to drug me into submission.
