Renee Langdon genuinely admired her in her heart; she could really act, even more professionally than Renee herself, who was a trained actress.
"No," she waved her hand, "it's just a cold and fever. The doctor said it should be nothing serious. I'm heading back, just came over to say hello."
That kind of poison wouldn't be detected by a doctor, Cian Channing smugly thought to himself.
"I'll see you off," she said, following Renee downstairs.
Regardless of whether Renee overheard her phone conversation earlier, Renee mustn't stay.
What if the phone's content alone could seal her fate?
But is now the time to act? Yet if she waits, once Renee leaves the villa, there will be no chance to deal with her.
