Nathaniel had expected such a reaction, but he still tried to defend himself.
âLast night, I told you that I wouldnât lie to you anymore.
Iâm a man of my word.
Can you please just trust me this one time?â
Lucindaâs smile grew wider.
âRemember that time when Eleanor drugged you and you came to my room?
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The following day, you accused me of drugging you.
Did you give me a chance to explain? If I didnât show you the evidence, would you have believed me?â
NathanieLlâs expression darkened.
He knew that she had always held a grudge against him because of that incident.
Lucinda continued, âLast night, you promised you wouldnât lie to me anymore, only to drug me afterwards! You served that sugar with the coffee, and you were the first one to rush in after I ingested the drug.
How dare you say that it has nothing to do with you?!
If you think that the agreement between us is too difficult, then fine.
I was willing to give you a chance.
Maybe you wouldâve successfully taken back the Roberts Group and the house from me.
â
She paused and her expression suddenly became eerily cold.
âBut since you love resorting to these kinds of dirty tricks, donât blame me for being ruthless.
I just hate deception the most!â
Nathaniel had already expected such an outcome, so he could only smile bitterly.
âWhat do you want?â
âItâs very simple, actually.
â
Lucinda smiled and raised her hand.
Conor fetched a cup of warm water from the kitchen and put it on the coffee table in between her and Nathaniel.
She continued, âI know that Amanda gave you the drug when you went to see her yesterday.
Now there are still two packets of sugar left.
We had them tested, and one packet contains the drug, whereas the other is real sugar.
Choose one.
â
Frowning, Nathanielâs eyes darted between the two packets of sugar uneasily.
Lucinda added, âIf you choose the sugar, Iâll take your word for it.
Amanda kept you in the dark and your drugging me was just an accident.
Iâll let this matter slide.
But if you choose the drugâ¦â
Lucindaâs smile widened.
âChoose, Mr.
Roberts.
â
There was a hint of irony in her tone.