Evelyn was already petrified, nodding frantically the moment Megan finished speaking.
Off to the side, Harrison didn't say a word—he just raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The force knocked Evelyn to the ground, a streak of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth.
Harrison pointed at her, seething. "You b***h. You drank your glass because you knew it wasn't poisoned. But mine? What about mine?"
"You knew damn well there was poison in my wine, and you didn't say a word. Were you really trying to kill me?"
Evelyn shot him a hateful glare and growled, "You think I wouldn't?! You're out every night screwing around like some lowlife. I hate you, Harrison. I loathe you so much that I wanted my cousin to help me end you."
That only made Harrison more furio
