#Chapter 90: Sabotaged

Abby At the mention of the email and the rare ingredients, Karl’s face turns pale. Seeing him like this instantly fills me with an odd sense of dread as my mind begins to whirl with unending questions: why did Adam send him that email? Why did Karl give him rare ingredients? When did Karl give him rare ingredients? “Karl, please tell me what’s wrong,” I say again, more urgently this time. He takes a deep breath, then finally speaks. “I bought a ton of ingredients for Adam,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “Rare ones. For his restaurant.” My heart is in my throat. “For Adam’s restaurant? But why?” I ask, genuinely confused. “He asked, and I just figured I would help him out,” he murmured. But as he speaks, his eyes dart away from me, indicating that he’s lying. I’ve always been able to tell when he’s pulling my leg. “You’d better not be trying to lie to me right now,” I warn, my voice brittle. “I know you too well for that.” His shoulder