“Me? I didn’t do anything, Reginald. But you...you’ve been playing with fire for a long time. Maybe it’s finally catching up to you.” I said to him.
His breathing becomes more erratic, his hands were trembling as they hovered over his neck. “You’re lying,” he said, but I could see the actual fear in his eyes.
I didn’t reply. I pulled the small glass bottle from my pocket, Reginald quickly recognized it in an instant—his eyes became widened, and his hand shot up to point at it like it was a ghost.
“You...you have that?” he stammered, his voice was trembling with fear. “How do you know about it? Where did you even get it?”
I kept my expression neutral. “Yesterday. At the party. I passed the toxins into your drink. You were so busy looking smug, you didn’t even notice.”
His face twisted
