Pepsi Paloma Death Cause 소설 & 이야기

“Tell me now!” “Not important about who am I.” The message reads. “But I will give you information on your poisoning. Because that’s exactly what it was and I can tell you who did it and how.” “So then tell me!” I write back, growing anxious. Another message comes through. “It should be obvious. It was John Myles. He poisoned you and he did it with the drink that you had at La Tequila last week. Your mixed drink was spiked with a poison that’s mostly undetectable and extremely hard to get.”

She smiled, looking up at Jeremy. "This is good." Coco said. "What does it say?" Jeremy curiously asked. "He didn't die from poison, he died due to liver failure." Coco explained. "Why then did they lie?" Brandy asked in confusion. "It's simple. The FBI gave them heavy bribe, they saw an opportunity and made use of it." Coco sipped the fruit juice. "Was it necessary?" Brandy asked. "Those guys really won't get off my lane." Coco deeply frowned. "Yet they collect our cheque each time we send them." Jeremy added.

“No, it’s not like that! Ethan, please! You know that I had no idea about Amelia’s condition. I even tried to treat her wound. Please tell him!” Ethan frowned. He looked conflicted. Then, one of my father’s men stepped forward and played the security footage from the party. The video clearly showed Charlotte pouring a high-strength sports drink into my champagne. It also showed her stepping on the medicine packet while I was crawling. She then kicked me and made my wounds worse. Our whole conversation was recorded clearly. Ethan’s face turned pale. My father’s fury deepened as he watched. He raised the gun and aimed at Charlotte’s head.

"Helena was already in poor health, but what actually triggered the miscarriage was a potent uterine contraction drug. She said the only thing she'd consumed that day was a glass of fruit punch." Marco stiffened. Fruit punch? He recalled the scene from that morning when a beaming Alessia handed me the glass. He'd been standing on the side, thinking that it was a friendly gesture from her. But in reality, she'd poisoned me right under his nose. Marco staggered backward, his back crashing against the icy wall behind him. At the same time, the door flew open, and Leone came rushing in. He'd been sent to check on the cemetery earlier. "There was no sign of Donna Helena at the memorial park, Don