Regret Came Too Late

Grace had never really thought about investigating the cause of her amnesia before.

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead just as another message from Yancey arrived.

"I'll keep digging into it. Don't worry. Just be careful when you go out. I have a feeling someone's been following you."

Grace immediately got out of bed and rummaged through her closet for the few certifications she had brought with her.

Each of them required significant skill to earn. Her past self clearly couldn't have been a nobody.

It seemed she really did need to start looking into that so-called accident.

The next morning, just as she arrived at Henderson Group, she ran into Levi.

He had been showing up more and more often lately, and his usual smile carried that familiar edge of hidden malice.

He followed Grace to the break room and said, "I heard Uncle Ethan took you out for some street food the other day. Is he still at home recovering?"

Grace kept her guard up. She didn't want him targeting Ed.

"Yeah."

"It seems he trusts you quite a lot, then. If you added something extra to his food, he'd still eat it, wouldn't he?"

Grace frowned. What was this man planning?

Levi pulled out a small white bottle and pressed it into her hand.

"If someone takes what's inside this bottle over a prolonged period, their mental state will slowly collapse. They'll become irritable and aggressive, eventually descending into madness or dying from heart failure."

changed instantly. He was trying to kill

do you take me

how would I ever live peacefully in Druville again? I wouldn't even make it past Mr.

next second, Levi grabbed her throat

rules, and he clearly thought

your father, your boyfriend, and even that useless brother of yours will all suffer because

let go and shoved the bottle

turned cold as

do it—not a chance. Her only option now

this to Ethan and get him to

cutthroat as the Hendersons, would someone like Ethan, raised in deceit and manipulation, really trust

break room only to find Levi still

been dressed to the nines, appearing prim

different from

Even if you fed him poison,

deep sarcasm in his

stand people like him—scheming, two-faced

simply said, "Give me

her desk,

minutes flew by, and Levi sent her

hurt, go find my uncle tonight and put the drug in

stood up abruptly and called Ed. There was

messages in a row, but there was still

sink, and

laced with

expression darkened. She hated