CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

"You're not her. If you were Diana, you'd know I never eat candy!" Dylan wheeled himself forward, his sharp eyes locked on her.

"Who are you?"

"I am Diana," she replied with a cold smirk.

"You just can't accept that your sister could change so suddenly. That's why

you're convinced I'm not her. But unfortunately for you, I am."

She pointed at the candy Dylan had spit onto the floor. "Brother, wasn't the candy I gave you delicious?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Dylan felt an unsettling discomfort in his throat. "What did you make me eat?"

Diana let out a laugh as if the question amused her. "Candy, of course. What else could it be? Though this particular candy was crafted specifically for you."

Despite her insistence that she was Diana, Dylan refused to believe her.

His sister would never do something like this.

He quickly pressed the intercom button. "Someone..."

could finish, Diana cut him off, hanging up the call. "There's no need to

turned even paler. Finally, she stood and adjusted her bag. "Goodbye,

she walked out, Dylan was in a terrible state. He had no idea what

body burned as if it were on

tried to call Suzy, but

part of his body he could control was his eyes. Everything else

how he had struggled to break free from her grip earlier. Even with her

understood-whatever she gave him had sapped him of all his strength. Even with

as his body became

clenched his teeth and bit his lip, hoping the pain would bring him some

was futile. He didn't even feel the blood that trickled

listened to Suzy

kind, thoughtful

suddenly turn into someone like

accept that the

be someone disguised

appearance to get close

the explanation because his sister would never do such a

Timothy had just

had no choice but to use a sedative.