In the bathroom, Hannah hurried into a stall and retched, expelling the wine she’d hastily swallowed.

Staring at her reflection, she saw that her face had drained of color, her eyes reddened.

Tears welled up and trickled down her cheeks.

After washing her hands, Hannah dabbed at her cheeks, her throat raw from the alcohol’s burn.

Though it wasn’t healthy, it was the only way to outsmart Melina.

When Hannah returned from the bathroom, Bryson immediately tell what she had done.

Without a word, he produced a blue silk handkerchief from his pocket, stepping forward to shield her with his tall frame.

Hannah met Bryson’s gaze as he approached with the handkerchief.

Its touch against her skin felt cool and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Seems like there was something in that wine,” Bryson remarked, more statement than question.

Accepting his gesture, Hannah allowed him to dab at her face with the cloth.

“Possibly.

I can’t say for sure what was in it,” she replied honestly.

Bryson’s demeanor didn’t fault Hannah for her impulsive actions; instead, his expression grew colder as he pocketed the handkerchief.

His gaze bore into Hannah, growing increasingly frosty.

“I don’t see the point in partnering with the Glyn family.

his unspoken concern, Hannah shook her

“I’ll handle it.

mistake me for an

approached, her expression

and I kept an

your confrontation with Melina, he discreetly signaled a

and I

kept an eye on Tyshawn while Brayden

just told me that after talking to Tyshawn, the waitress took

worry grew more evident with

there’s something wrong

Did you drink it?”

Bryson,

wine was

Lydia, Hannah gave

“Yes, I drank it”

need to

eyes widened as she grabbed

get you to the hospital to pump

they slipped into your drink? It might

Hannah said, gently pulling Lydia

“It can’t be poison.

Melina drank it too.

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