Chapter 41 The Scent of Herbs

Giselle had been eyeing those herbs for ages. Without a supplier and with a thin wallet, she could never pull the trigger. Now that a generous sponsor was suddenly willing to cover the costs, Giselle nodded without hesitation. Before Elijah could say a word, she slipped into the Maybach, fastened her seatbelt, and flashed him a smile. "All set. Let's go." A hint of amusement flashed in Elijah's eyes. So this was the bait that worked. ... At the hospital, Giselle moved through Pamela's prescriptions, then let out a slow breath. The attending doctor hadn't realized what was really going on and was treating Pamela as a regular arteriosclerosis case. If this kept up, it could lead to a cerebral hemorrhage. Neurons would cook. Even if Pamela survived, she would be a shell. "How is it?" Elijah asked, studying every flicker across her face. Giselle set the pills down. "Nothing's wrong." Elijah didn't say anything. He just watched her closely, as if a lie might surface on her face if