Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 63 Drugging?

Lydia started from that blunt question from Nicole. Fortunately for her, she had years of experience backing her up, and so she knew how to handle herself. She quickly put a smile on her face.

“Nicole, you left for quite a few years. It’s been a while since we last saw each other.” As Lydia pressed closer, she kept spouting her empty words. “You were a little extreme a few years ago, but you know how to correct your mistakes. Such a good girl. Your father kept rambling about you earlier this afternoon. I reminisced about you too. I’ve always wanted to have a good talk with you and clarify everything. That’s the only way certain unsavory rumors will be dispelled.”

Nicole couldn’t stop the mocking look in her eyes as she listened to Lydia’s fake niceties. Nicole was currently the Chief Designer of F&M Apparel; scores of people would be clamoring for her attention. And here Lydia was, demeaning her in front of everyone while also tying her back to the Andersons. Such a good move, that was!

Lydia lowered her voice after that so that only Nicole could hear her. “If you want to know more, then come with me first.”

Lydia had perfected the art of hiding a scheme behind a veneer of niceness. But Nicole did not object either,

see. They walked down the corridor, never once stopping. Some time later, Lydia let out a cold chuckle and glanced at Nicole through the corner of her eyes in displeasure. “You want me to

else did I pretend to be an oh

feet deepened as a cruel look came to her eyes when she heard Nicole’s condescending words. She clenched her fists. “Fine. Once we’ve ironed out the conditions,

no idea what kind of plan Lydia had cooked up. There was no one around now, so

tiger could never change its stripes. She

herself to her full height. She turned her back to Nicole as she smiled, a most smug one at that. Fixing her gaze on Nicole, she slowly enunciated her words. “I want you to be permanently ruined! Never

back, but heat suddenly spread through her body. As an adult woman—and one who already had a child at that—she of course knew what the heat was. But she hadn’t consumed anything at the Anderson Residence until now; when could she have been

it be that sweet fragrance I smelled when I arrived in the