A determination flashed in her mind. To secure her future and enjoy the luxury throughout her life, she had to become the hostess of this family. It would only happen when she helped Zachary.
"I'll help him reclaim his place," she muttered with a malicious glint in her eyes.
Her hand fell on a small, clear pouch among the scattered things. She picked it up, heart racing.
Zachary had given her that powder and told her to slip a little into Vincent's drink regularly. It would steadily make him ill.
She had resisted so far as she couldn't bring herself to harm the man who had raised her. But the fear of losing everything she had made her desperate.
"Sorry, Dad, I have no enmity with you, but I need to secure my future," she mumbled. "Don't worry. I'll save you once everything is under my control."
She remembered Zachary claiming that he had the antidote to this poison. She was sure he would give it to her if she requested him.
