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The workers bowed till I walked past them. "And the cause of death?" Marcus lowered his voice. "That's why I came to find you. The preliminary report came in." I waited, staring at him. "It was poison," he said. "Aconite. Monkshood. It causes cardiac arrest within hours. The symptoms look exactly like a heart attack. Someone gave it to him sometime between when he left your office and when he stepped on that podium." My blood went cold. "He was killed before he even spoke?"

He was a disaster waiting to happen. "I’d watch your shadow," Daniel said, following me into the kitchen. The sun glinted off his shaved head. He looked like he was ready for a funeral. "What else?" "His last business partner in Marseille. Found him face-down in the harbor. Paralyzed from a 'bad batch' Lanka handed him during a meeting." "Is there proof?" "Interpol has a file a mile long, but the witnesses always go missing." Daniel shoved a police report toward me. "Check the toxicology. It was a cocktail designed to keep him awake while he drowned."

And fortunately, he had no idea why I wanted it. My father clapped slowly, satisfied. The speeches resumed, but I barely listened. Then a shrill cry cut through the room. “Help!” I looked up just as a man collapsed near the stage. One second he was standing; the next, he was on the floor, foam gathering at his mouth. “That’s poison,” a woman whispered to the person beside her. “How do you know?” her friend snapped, then shuddered. “Why today, of all days?” “I wonder. This is why I do not take drinks… from anyone. Not even at events. They are deadly.”

Vincent promptly left the mansion. I walked towards the infirmary, my heart aching. I had to understand how Mom and Veronica had died. The doctors approached as they sensed my presence. "Did you find the cause of the maid's death and the deaths of Luna, Sia, and Veronica?" One of the doctors handed me a report. I scanned the file. The tea was poisoned, but what struck me as odd was that the dark whiskey I usually drank was spiked with a love potion, and the light whiskey bottle contained poison. If Leia had drunk it, she could have died.

One evening, after learning that Paschal had once again disappeared for several days without telling anyone where he had gone, the old man's blood pressure rose dangerously high. Despite being rushed to the hospital, he never recovered. The doctor later confirmed that severe hypertension had triggered the fatal attack. The entire family fell apart. Pete never truly forgave his younger brother. Neither did he ever say those words aloud. After the funeral, Paschal became unusually quiet. The cheerful young man who had once laughed through every mistake suddenly withdrew from everyone around him. Then one morning, he was simply gone. The only thing he left behind was a handwritten note resting

Atlas smiled and nodded at him in agreement. "I have two souls to collect in eight minutes, same address, want to tag along?" Atlas asked, glancing at his pocket watch and two cards. Faelon shrugged, asked who it was, and was handed both cards. The first read Travis Hamilton, cause of death read an Ativan overdose. The second one read Paula Adams, the same form of death. Faelon briefly thought about Sophia but dismissed the thought. It was odd for him to have thoughts so often, especially of a human.

Let him smoke if he wanted to! Despite that, Janek had only taken two puffs before he vomited blood and died on the spot. There was no point resuscitating him. Javier was bewildered. He did not even get to ask anything, and the man died? Herschel was even more flummoxed. “B-Boss, my cigarette isn’t poisoned. It’s not poisonous!” He lit one up personally and took a few earnest puffs to prove that his cigarettes were really harmless.

"Dead? No—that's impossible! My daughter can't be dead!" Leo's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched as he said, "Check again. We're looking for Viola Smith, who lives on Peace Avenue, Unit 26!" The officer's expression didn't waver. "Then I'm sorry to say, but she's really gone. Her cause of death was Silverthorn Wolfsbane poisoning, which is a slow-acting poison. She took a potent painkiller for it, which led to organ failure and her eventual death."

I asked surprisingly "yes, I gave it that name because that poison has the potential to kill you in five minutes and it's a silent killer because the victim wouldn't know what's happening to them. It makes the victim thirsty and judging from the amount of alcohol we found in his dead system, he must have consumed more alcohol to suppress his thirst level" he explained further "that's insane, why would anyone drink alcohol instead of water when he or she is thirsty?" my husband asked "I still can't figure out how he got that much alcoholic drink in his system, but that's what killed him anyway, so his killer would be the person who served him the drink," Marcus said

The real one, not the version I’d seen last year. She hadn’t died from illness. She’d been poisoned. By a sedative masked in a family prescription. Source: Thorne Pharmaceuticals. I staggered. My hands shook. Back at the hotel, I called Layla. “It wasn’t natural. He did it. She found out something. He silenced her.” Layla exhaled. “Are you okay?” “No,” I whispered. “But I’m ready.” Midnight. I entered the same sky lounge. Damon sat alone now, nursing another drink.