Chapter 280 Confession Without Coercion
Margaret's entrance was like a bomb going off, making everyone freeze. Grace, without thinking, took a step back.
She was sure she had covered her tracks perfectly. No way the cops had anything on her. If they did, they would've shown it by now.
Feeling a bit more chill, Grace relaxed. But then, Margaret pointed right at her and told the cops, "She's the one behind all this! Check her out."
Grace's face twisted in anger. "You're lying! I never drugged you! It was those waitresses. I don't have any drug powder on me!"
Margaret's smirk was ice-cold. "How do you know it was drug powder? The waitresses never said if it was powder, liquid, or pills. Are you confessing without being asked, Ms. Thomas?"
She was so calm and confident, like she was glowing.
Grace was speechless, her mind racing. She didn't expect Margaret to catch that slip-up, and panic set in.
"Ms. Thomas, we need to search you now," the cop said, not wasting any time.
A female officer searched her but found nothing. Grace sighed in relief, glad she had flushed everything down the toilet. No evidence, no problem.
But then Margaret dropped another bomb. "Officer, a search won't cut it. Use a detector on her nails; you'll find something."
Grace's eyes widened, and she instinctively pulled her hands back.
"Ms. Thomas, cooperate with us," the female officer demanded, grabbing her hand.
After the check, the officer announced, "The substance under her nails matches the drug found in Ms. Scott and Mr. Pennington's blood."
Grace's face went pale, and she crumpled to the floor.
"Ms. Thomas, you're coming with us," the cop said, cuffing her.
Margaret watched as Grace, looking utterly defeated, was led away. A smile played on her lips.
She had figured Lucy would make Grace do the dirty work. So, when Grace handled the drug, some would stick to her nails.
Margaret had secretly used an app on her watch to contact Anthony and get the cops involved. Now, Grace was finally busted.
Margaret's body relaxed, but the drug's effects were still hitting her hard. She had been holding on, but now it was too much.
She was already sick, drugged, and had used cold water to stay awake. Now, the drug was messing with her head again.
Seeing this, Anthony rushed to support her, his voice full of worry. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good," Margaret mumbled, trying to stay awake, but it was a losing battle.
William saw her leaning against Anthony and his eyes turned icy. He yanked her away, scooping her up in his arms.
"I'll handle her myself," he said coldly, carrying her off.
Anthony just shrugged, thinking William was being a bit of a jerk.
Lyle watched them leave, looking bummed out. He wanted to follow but was also feeling the effects of the drug.
"Mr. Pennington, let's get you to the hospital," Miguel said, helping him out.
William brought Margaret back to Water Moon Estate. She was burning up and feeling awful in the car.
"Hang in there, Margaret. I'll get Harlan to help," William said, pulling out his phone.
But Margaret clung to him, murmuring, "No." She nuzzled into his chest, making his breath hitch.
"Be good, let Harlan handle it. You'll be fine soon," William said, trying to stay calm. He held her with one arm and dialed Harlan with the other.
"William, what's up?" Harlan answered.
"Get to my place," William said curtly.
"Is Ms. Scott sick again?" Harlan teased.
"Margaret got drugged with an aphrodisiac. You need to help her," William said, his voice tense.
Harlan chuckled. "I'm not in Ravenford, man. I'm on a business trip!"
"Then find someone to help her," William snapped.
Harlan laughed. "Why make it complicated? Aren't you the best remedy?"
"Cut the crap," William growled.
"Just kidding. Look, just use cold water and a wet towel. She'll be fine," Harlan said, trying to reassure him.
"Are you sure?" William asked, still worried.
"Trust me," Harlan replied confidently.
After hanging up, William carried Margaret upstairs. She kept squirming, her hands all over his chest.
"Margaret, stop it," he scolded, trying to calm her down.
But she was out of it, clinging to his neck, her eyes full of desire.
William looked at her, her red lips slightly parted, and felt a wave of temptation.
He finally got her to the room, laid her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket. He went to the bathroom to get cold water and a towel. But when he came back, Margaret was gone!
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