Without hesitation, Lyvana began typing.
This is going to sound crazy, but someone is planning to hurt Mr. Grant.
She stopped.
Deleted it and started again.
Please read this carefully. I accidentally overheard a conversation. A woman is planning to poison Julian Harrison Grant III.
Her pulse hammered.
She knew how insane it sounded, but she couldn't stay silent.
She typed everything she remembered.
Every word. Every detail. Then she hit send.
The message disappeared from the screen. She stared at it, hoping someone would read it.
A few moments later, her phone vibrated. An email reply had arrived.
Thank you. We are investigating.
Then, another flash.
The scene shifted. She found herself in the penthouse where she was shot.
Mark had already left with Clarisse, and she was alone.
Suddenly, a figure stood in the doorway, dressed entirely in black. There was a gun in his hands.
Instinctively, she scrambled backward. "What..."
