Lydia’s face went ghost-white. She was gripping her phone so hard it looked like she might crush it.
Felix panicked and quickly pried it out of her hands before she hurt herself. She just stood there, frozen. He let out a helpless sigh.
“What the hell did you do two days ago to make Julian snap like that? And what was that crap you said earlier—‘I didn’t know the drink was spiked’? What does that even mean?”
Felix thought for a second, then frowned deeper. “Who tried to set him up? Don’t tell me it’s his stepmother again?”
“DON’T start guessing. Pretend you heard nothing,” Lydia snapped, cutting him off.
Felix went silent. The truth was, Julian had survived a lot of so-called “accidents” in the past. That’s why he refused to fly private now, why he was paranoid about everything he ate
