Serena walked back into the sitting room, a devilish smile still lingering on her lips. She casually sank into the couch, crossing her legs as her eyes scanned the room.
Her gaze landed on Damian beside Lira, his posture calm and commanding. A smirk slowly curved her lips as she watched them, imagining the chaos that was about to unfold.
Meanwhile, the maid, trembling slightly with the thick stack of cash and the syringe hidden in her palm, hurried quietly to the kitchen.
She carefully set the syringe down in a hidden corner and quickly filled a crystal glass with red wine. Her heart pounded as she reminded herself of Serena’s instructions. She would have to act natural, act as if nothing was wrong. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the glass and adjusted her posture. She was ready.
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