What's going on?
Her arms and legs were powerless, she couldn't even stand, and her consciousness was slowly slipping away.
In the final second before passing out, Natalie Jennings understood—it was Violet Jones's doing!
That cup of coffee was tampered with!
But it was already too late.
Watching as Natalie Jennings collapsed limply onto the floor, Violet flashed a triumphant smile.
Trying to mess with her? Natalie was still too naive.
...
Jasper Quincy was busy handling business at the company when he suddenly received a phone call.
The screen displayed "Natalie."
He paused, surprised—would she take the initiative to call him?
Without hesitation, Jasper answered, "Hello, Natalie, are you looking for me?"
"Hello," said a strange voice on the other end, "I'm a hotel staff member. Could you come over for a moment?"
"Hotel?"
"Yes, this young lady has passed out, and there's no one to look after her."
