Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 722

Her hand trembled as she pulled a plastic-wrapped substance from her pocket, hesitating.

A cold voice spoke from behind her. "You don't have much time left anyway. Think about your mother in the hospital. You can't earn enough money for her treatment while you're alive, but after you're dead, someone will take care of her."

The woman turned around shakily, her face pale as she looked at the woman behind her. "Will you really do what you promised?"

"Why wouldn't we? Don't forget who you're dealing with. She never breaks her word, and this small amount of money means nothing to her." The woman behind her said mockingly.

Finally, the thin woman swallowed hard and opened the plastic bag, sprinkling its contents evenly over the steak. She carefully placed the napkin around her collar and forced a smile.

She had never eaten such fine Western food before. This steak was worth thousands. Who would have thought she'd enjoy such a meal before dying?

She picked up her phone again and looked at a photo of herself with her mother. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Dad, I'm coming."

She set down her phone, poured the wine, and took a small sip.

Taking up the knife and fork, she cut a small piece and put it in her mouth. She spent nearly an hour on this meal.

The woman behind her showed no impatience, watching quietly.

Until, at last, the woman ate the final piece of drug-laced steak.

In the end, she collapsed onto the table with a smile, the knife and fork falling to the floor with a sharp clatter.

The woman behind her shuddered. With fear in her eyes, she slowly approached and checked for breath beneath the woman's nose.

"Ah!"

She fell back onto the floor, her face drained of color. Quickly noticing the plastic bag, she grabbed it and flushed it down the toilet.

When finished, her face was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Meanwhile, Sarah was in the yoga room. She had barely started her routine when a staff member approached with a troubled expression.

"Ms. Sanders, something's happened."

Something's happened?

From her expression alone, Sarah knew it must be serious. Sure enough, after hearing the details, she immediately stopped her practice.

Her tone became unusually serious. "Take me there."

Ten minutes later, the police arrived, and medical personnel were performing emergency procedures in the room.

At the doorway, Sarah saw the crying women. She recognized them as the people who had been in line in front of her when she arrived at the hotel. She had assumed they were just on vacation.