The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 178

The straw seemed to be soaked far more than the water level should have allowed. But why? I hadn’t touched my drink since the waitress had poured it.

Had someone tampered with my juice? Perhaps they had stirred it while I hadn’t been looking. But for what purpose?

A disturbing thought crossed my mind–one that was almost too difficult to believe.

Had Edith spiked my drink? Could she have done it in public?

It seemed hard to fathom she would be angry enough to do something like that.

But what would her motive be? Revenge? Was she trying to kill me?

Though, if she killed me, she wouldn’t be able to live with the consequences.

The next terrible thought that crossed my mind was that she might have spiked my drink with a date rape drug, intending to ruin my life in revenge. That seemed like the most plausible explanation.

I couldn’t know for certain whether my suspicions were true, but one thing was clear–I was not touching that juice, not even with a ten–foot pole.

wrong?

dark smile. “I was just trying to figure out why you insisted on treating me to dinner. I

shifted away from me.

you talking about?!” she blustered. “How dare you think the worst of me?”

joking!” I laughed,

with a sigh, “I’ve considered you my sister all these years, you know. It’s a shap that things didn’t work out between you and

“Please. It’s all your fault.

pretending to work on an email. In reality,

me to dinner. She says she has proof of my infidelity… somehow. Seriously, Edward. Did you pretend to agree to the

and took another bite of beef.

the tomatoes from the

she frowned, shooting me a suspicious glance. “Did you tell my

what?” I replied, feigning

her phone and walked away.

I

no one seemed to be paying attention to us–except for the surveillance