Millie’s pallid countenance underwent a transient suspension. She had never introduced such a component into her drink.

Bruce, his hands nestled in his pockets, radiated an air of icy restraint, his gaze piercing and cool.

“A cursory exploration around the villa’s periphery has affirmed the existence of a tripterygium wilfordii near the pool’s fringe. It would be prudent to eschew cultivating such a noxious presence.”

The accessibility of such a venomous botanical specimen could feasibly be manipulated by malicious hands.

Adjacent to the pool…

Millie retraced the footsteps and engagements of every individual prior to the incident. It resurfaced in her recollection that Rhea had ventured towards the poolside, lingering there momentarily.

pollen collected and

group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of conjuring a visage of the malevolent architect

his brows knitted in concentration, exuding

concern. The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system

receiving this proclamation,

to prolong his presence, descending the stairs

a seat by her side. Her fragile demeanor

I failed

extended, tenderly smoothing the tendrils of Millie’s hair, each motion

mirrored in her collapse, and his

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