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original:

Hogan let out a cold laugh. “These herbs wouldn’t do a thing to most people, but for a pregnant woman, they can trigger contractions. Do you know what contractions are? If not, go home and ask your wife.”

The shop owner, who was married and had kids, instantly understood—and it sent another shiver of fear down his spine.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, please please just let me go…”

The man standing before him was strikingly handsome, dressed in expensive clothes, and trailed by two bodyguards-clearly from a family with serious wealth.

Now the shop owner was wracked with regret. He never should have taken that money or agreed to do something like this. If he’d realized it would all be uncovered, he’d never have dared.

“It was that woman who told me to put something in the cake. She handed me a syringe with an herbal liquid—and gave me a photo of another woman. She told me, whenever that woman came in to eat dessert, I was supposed to inject the contents of the syringe into her cake…”

“I was nervous something would go wrong, so I actually had the liquid tested first. After confirming it was just a mixture of typical herbs—nothing that should cause real harm—I agreed to help her.”

“If I’d known things would end up like this, I never would have gone along with it…..” He pulled out two photos from his pocket-one of Celeste, and the other of Amara. Pointing at Celeste’s picture, he said, “This is the woman who gave me the syringe.” Then, pointing to Amara’s photo, he continued, “And she told me to drug the woman in this picture.”

“That woman-the one who just came in she’s really gorgeous. noticed her right away, which is why I slipped the mixture into her cake. Į know what i did was wrong, I swear

never do anything like this again…”

Hogan looked over the photos, his expression clouded with suspicion and uncertainty.

Was Celeste trying to harm Amara? Could this be real?

Come to think of it, Celeste had once hated Amara. And today, it was Celeste who

had insisted that Hogan bring her to see Amara. Could she really be behind this?

But something didn’t add up. Today

it was he and Celeste who had

reached Out to Amara, but Amara

herself had chosen the meeting et

place low could Celeste have known in advance? Did stre somehow predict where Amara would pick, so she could prep the shop owner in advance?

The whole affair was tangled and confusing. Hogan shot a glare at the shop owner. “You’re coming with me.”

The owner had no idea where Hogan planned to take him. He hunched his shoulders, unwilling to leave, but Hogan simply ignored his protests and dragged him out by the collar.

After lying in bed for nearly two hours, Amara was finally feeling a lot better. There was still a faint discomfort in her stomach, but it was barely noticeable now.

Celeste had stayed by her side the entire time. The two didn’t talk;

Celeste kept her head down, absorbed in her phone, while Amara rested with her eyes closed occasionally glancing at her phone to check the time.

A little while later, Hogan came back-this time with a heavyset man in a chef’s uniform in tow.

Hogan pushed the man forward toward Amara. “This is the owner of the dessert shop from earlier. I brought him here.”

Amara opened her eyes, glanced at the man, and asked, “Why did you bring him? Is the reason I wasn’t feeling well earlier connected to his cake?”