Chapter 587

Marcia's heart soared, thinking it was a property deed or an expensive gift. She hurried over, opened the envelope, and pulled out the papers. She froze. "What is this?"

Maya, noticing Marcia's pale face, felt a wave of relief. She knew Rex wouldn't be nice to this idiot.

But a second later, Maya froze too.

"Don't remember these call logs?" Rex smirked coldly. "Surely you remember the name Thomas Tate?"

The name meant nothing to Marcia, but a cold sweat broke out on Maya's back. Jacqueline was poisoned yesterday, and Rex already knew this much?

Was it Rex or Rowan? Either way, their speed was terrifying.

"Who is Thomas?" Marcia asked, genuinely confused.

To Rex, she was just playing dumb. "You're asking me? Didn't you talk to him for half an hour? What did you discuss?"

Marcia's mind raced. She knew this was serious, but she hadn't made any long phone calls recently. The date on the log was a few nights ago. What was she doing then?

"Did you discuss how to hand off the poison?" Rex's eyes were sharp and dripping with sarcasm. "Or how he should poison her and flee the country?"

If this wasn't tied to finding his real sister, Rex wouldn't have lasted a minute. Laurel and Suzanne were too cautious, plotting intricate traps. He preferred locking people up and starving them until they talked.

Hearing this, Marcia's eyes widened in horror. She snapped her head toward Maya.

It was Maya!

While Maya hadn't told her

everything, they were always

together. Marcia had ignored Maya's

shady activities, planning to claim

ignorance if things went so now she remembered-she had

been in the shower that night,

But

her

phone left on the couch. And Maya

had been in her room.

Maya panicked under Marcia's stare and hissed, "Why are you looking at me? You know what you did!"

Rowan's reach in Vistapeak City was terrifying. Maya's plan had been to make Marcia the scapegoat, but if Marcia refused to take the fall and bit back...

Marcia wasn't stupid. Her fingers trembled, not from guilt, but from sheer fury. Maya's threat was obvious: take the blame, or Maya would expose her as a fraud.

Marcia forced herself to calculate

the odds. With red-rimmed eyes, she cried to Rex, "I was just foolish was so jealous of the attention Elissa was getting from Mr. Blaine, I lost my mind..."

Rex cut her off, holding out his hand. "Give me the antidote."

He just wanted the cure so he could go to sleep. Laurel could handle the rest.

"What antidote?" Marcia gripped her dress. "I... I don't have the antidote for that." "Is it that you don't have it?"

The front door elicked open. Laurel strode in, wearing a dark trench coat and ankle boots, exuding sharp authority. Her piercing gaze swept over Marcia, then landed squarely on Maya. "Or is it that the antidote isn't in your hands?"