Chapter 6 - The Poisoned Drink
Dr. Reynolds placed an oxygen mask over Adrian's face, monitoring his rising pulse. Within three minutes, the color began returning to Adrian's fair, pale face.
Adrian's dark eyelashes fluttered open. He let out a deep, rasping gasp, his hand immediately reaching for his chest as he sat up in the armchair.
"Mr. Moretti! Don't move quickly!" Dr. Reynolds urged, holding his shoulders steady. "You suffered a severe systemic allergic reaction. Your throat almost closed completely."
Adrian pushed the mask aside slightly, his dark eyes sweeping the room, sharp and lethal even in his weakened state. His eyes landed on the small crystal glass sitting on his mahogany desk—half-filled with scotch.
"My drink..." Adrian rasped out, his voice rough as gravel. "I don't have allergies, Reynolds. Someone put something in my glass."
Dante stepped forward, his expression instantly shifting into forced panic. "Poison?! Someone tried to assassinate you inside your own house?!"
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Dante turned his head toward Elena, who was still holding Sophia on the floor.
👉 Why did Dante instantly point his finger at the innocent maid?
