Poison Turning Upon the Plotter [Part-2]
With that, she clapped her hands.
The sound was soft.
Yet to Julian’s ears, it sounded like the striking of a trap.
A waiter imdiately appeared and brought over a bottle of red wine.
Deep crimson.
Elegant crystal.
Poison hidden behind luxury.
Thalia picked up the already opened bottle herself and moved to pour for Julian and Bianca.
Her jeweled fingers glead beneath chandelier light.
Her smile was warm.
Too warm.
She could hardly wait to see this handso man submit to her.
In her imagination, Julian was already trapped.
Drugged.
Helpless.
Belonging to her.
But just as wine touched the rim of Bianca’s glass—
"Sorry, President Thalia, I don’t drink," Bianca suddenly said.
Her voice was light.
Almost casual.
Yet the room stilled.
The waiter froze.
Even Thalia’s pouring hand paused.
"Huh?"
Thalia blinked, montarily stunned.
She doesn’t drink?
What was this?
Then she forced a laugh.
"How can you do business without drinking, President Bianca? We’re just having a small drink today, okay?"
Bianca smiled.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
"I’m allergic to alcohol."
There was no chance she would touch it.
Not when she already knew it was tainted.
Thalia’s expression tightened for a flicker.
Then deliberately showed displeasure.
"President Bianca, I know you can drink. There’s no need for such an excuse."
She leaned slightly forward.
"Are you really not giving this bit of face?"
The air chilled.
Julian quietly watched.
And inwardly admired how Bianca was about to tear this woman apart politely.
Then she did.
"What do you an by not giving you face?" Bianca asked, voice turning cold.
"We’re all partners. Respect is mutual."
Her eyes sharpened.
"A simple investigation would show I’m allergic to alcohol, yet you still urge to drink?"
She let the question hang.
"What are you trying to do?"
Then—
her hand struck the table.
Bang.
Crystal trembled.
"If anyone’s being disrespectful..."
Her voice lowered.
"It’s you, isn’t it, President Thalia?"
Pressure rolled across the room.
The kind born not from martial force—
but from authority.
From bloodline.
From a woman used to ruling rooms.
Even Thalia felt a flicker of nervousness.
For a heartbeat she looked almost small.
Then she forced a smile.
Knowing this route had failed.
Knowing she dared not press harder.
"Sorry, President Bianca... I made a mistake."
She dipped her head just enough.
"I apologize."
Then she pivoted fast, like a snake changing direction.
Her gaze slid to Julian.
"Then, President Julian... shall we drink?"
Missing Bianca was disappointing.
But not fatal.
If she could still claim this man—
that would be enough.
Julian smiled.
Utterly harmless.
Utterly fake.
"Sorry."
He tilted his head.
"I’m allergic too."
A beat passed.
Then inside—
(I’m allergic to idiots. Don’t talk to .)
Bianca nearly choked holding back laughter.
Her nails dug into her palm.
Thalia’s face darkened.
Only slightly.
But Julian saw it.
The first step of the plan had collapsed.
And she knew it.
If she had known...
she would have had the food spiked.
Too late now.
"Let’s eat first," she said, forcing grace.
"Rest a bit after, and we’ll talk later."
Settle for the next best thing.
If not alcohol—
coffee.
Tea.
Mineral water.
There were always ways.
And later...
she would have everything arranged.
Julian’s golden eyes glead faintly.
(Yes.)
(Arrange more.)
(Makes it easier to bury you.)
The al continued.
But beneath polite conversation—
blades crossed.
Bianca occasionally fed Julian pieces from shared dishes just to provoke Thalia.
Thalia laughed too loudly at Julian’s jokes.
Julian kept smiling while internally drafting murder.
At one point Bianca leaned close and whispered,
"Your allergy seems severe."
Julian whispered back,
"Fatal, in so cases."
She almost burst laughing.
After the al, Thalia dabbed her lips and rose.
"I’ll excuse myself a mont. I need the restroom."
Her smile returned.
Smooth.
Professional.
Predatory.
She left to go discuss changing the plan with Lucas.
Or so she believed.
Bianca watched her leave.
Then quietly murmured,
"The fish is swimming into the net."
Julian lifted a brow.
"You sound frightening."
"I learned from you."
At that very mont—
Lucas was still resting in the suite.
Waiting for good news.
Waiting for Bianca to be delivered into his hands.
Since coming to Japan, he had not had proper release.
Not conquest.
Not pleasure.
Not victory.
Too many frustrations.
Too many humiliations.
But tonight—
he believed all of it would be repaid.
Thinking of the impending enjoynt he imagined with the fiery, voluptuous Bianca—
he was filled with anticipation.
His breathing deepened.
His fingers tapped the armrest.
He even poured himself another glass of wine.
Red.
Sweet.
Unaware.
That it had already been touched.
By his own people.
By fate.
By irony.
He drank.
Waited.
Smiled.
Then—
sothing shifted.
At first subtle.
A warmth.
Then a burn.
Then heat coiling through nerves.
His heartbeat climbed.
Vision blurred slightly.
His rationality began to feel... invaded.
And his body felt wrong.
Very wrong.
He stood too fast.
The room tilted.
"What’s happening?"
His voice cracked.
A last shred of rationality struck.
His eyes snapped to the red wine beside him.
The glass.
The bottle.
mory aligned.
No.
No...
Could soone have spiked his drink?
His breath roughened.
Sweat ford.
A beastly heat surged upward.
And then—
knock knock.
A cheerful voice at the door.
"Lucas, I’m coming in~"
Thalia entered.
Ready to discuss changing the plan.
Ready to complain about Bianca.
Ready to reset the trap.
She stepped in smiling.
Perfu heavy.
Jewelry swaying.
And froze.
Because Lucas had turned.
Eyes bloodshot.
Breathing harsh.
Like a predator dragged past reason.
And only then—
too late—
she realized.
Unaware,
a beast was already waiting for her.
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