Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Hey, Roxanne! My dad is inside!”

“Okay, lead the way!” Roxanne nodded with a smile and grabbed her handbag as she entered.

Sasha thought to herself as they made their way to the doctor in the laboratory.

“Here, this is the one. This is also Yancy’s doing, so it should be similar to the one Sabrina was given previously, albeit a bit more advanced,” Sasha said while handing her the samples of the poison.

She had given Roxanne a brief explanation of what happened, hoping to aid her in developing an antidote sooner, but Roxanne simply flashed her an impatient look in response.

“I’ll look at it myself. I have a record of the previous analysis, so you don’t have to remind me about it.”

That response was typical of her, so Sasha thought little about it until she noticed a red spot on Roxanne’s exposed neck when she bent over.

That looks like a hickey… Wait a minute… A hickey? Why would she have one? Did she get a new boyfriend or something?

Unaware that Sasha was spacing out while staring at her, Roxanne stood up after retrieving the samples and got ready to leave. “All right, let’s go. We need to get some blood samples from your dad.”

few seconds to regain her composure and led Roxanne

latter brought little tools with her, Sasha had to borrow a syringe and ice box from the nurse to

get the blood flowing. Poisons like these will numb the heart first, so your dad’s blood isn’t fresh at the moment. I need to get a fresh sample

as told, and Roxanne leaned in closer to

she caught a whiff of

are you doing? Hurry up and massage him!” Roxanne scolded her impatiently when she saw that her assistant had stopped

like forever, Sasha found herself asking, “You hate me,

asking me

it at all, and Sasha found herself freaking

it? You didn’t make any requests in return?” she

I did. I made him have dinner with me last

agitated as she cut her off. “Nonsense! You obviously had more than just dinner with him! What else did you make

went pale at her words, and there was a hint

What could I possibly make him do? He’s a grown man, for crying out loud! You think I can just order him around like a