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..."

the call. "There's no need to call anyone. I can leave on

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

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

if it were

to call Suzy,

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

he had struggled to break free from her grip earlier.

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

agony intensified as his body became completely

clenched his teeth and bit his lip,

was futile. He didn't even feel

listened to Suzy and refused to see

she was his sister-the kind,

turn into someone

that the person just now

be someone disguised

appearance to get close enough to

be the explanation because his sister would

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