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The woman had deliberately spoken in a vague and ambiguous way.

She had been sent by Summer, with Mrs. Lucas's covert assistance. Together, they had schemed to place a helper in the villa with a simple enough task with their combined influence.

But to Jamie, the words carried a different implication. This was Lucas's territory, which meant this woman had likely been instructed by Ben. If Jamie didn't drink the soup, she was certain Ben wouldn't let it slide.

A wave of bitterness washed over her. "Fine, just leave it over there. I'll drink it later when I'm thirsty."

"Miss Lewis, I need to personally see you finish the soup before I can leave. If you're not ready to drink it now, that's no problem. I'll just wait here." The woman placed the tray on the table, pulled a chair over, and sat directly in front of Jamie. Her stare was unrelenting, her attitude clear. She wasn't leaving until the job was done.

brazenly. But it was Jamie, someone Mrs. Lucas had openly declared needed to be driven out sooner or later. With that assurance, the woman felt free to act as she pleased. "I'll wait as long as it takes, Miss Lewis," she

energy or patience to argue. With a resigned sigh, she picked up the bowl and gulped down the soup in a few large sips, then handed the bowl back to the

a waiting car, which promptly drove her to

villa, Jamie began to feel light-headed almost immediately after drinking the

poisoning her seemed beneath him. If he

the stairs, the dizziness intensified. She clutched the handrail tightly, moving step by step with increasing difficulty. By the time she made it back to

eerily silent. With no one else around, her condition went

helper and couldn't contain her glee. "You've done well. The