Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 80

Cyrus Harrington stood at six feet, his presence radiating a natural, commanding aura. His features gave him a strikingly handsome, sharp look.

He was a man feared throughout the city; like Sebastian Sterling, he was ruthless and never left an opening

for his enemies.

“Miss Bennett, you were the one who prepared my grandfather’s herbs?”

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, analyzing Amelia in a single, calculating glance.

The news of her engagement to Sebastian was common knowledge in their circle, and Cyrus afforded her a sliver of respect because of it.

However, the rumors said she was a sun–baked peasant with a face full of scars.

The woman standing before him–with skin like cream and a seductive, magnetic allure–was a world apart from those stories!

A flicker of genuine admiration crossed Cyrus’s eyes.

Amelia offered a polite smile. “I filled the prescription, yes. But Piper was the one who brewed the medicine.”

‘What the hell are you saying? I would never poison my own grandfather!” Piper’s face was a mask of

Outrage.

‘Piper!” Cyrus’s low growl made the girl shrink back like a kicked dog, her shouting silenced instantly.

Her brothers doted on her, but Cyrus’s temper was the one thing she truly feared.

‘Mr. Harrington, I’m not accusing your sister. I just want to know if she stayed with the pot the entire time I was brewing.”

‘I… I did…” Piper trailed off as a memory hit her. “Sophia! Sophia came back and told me I’d left my bag in he hall!”

Sophia? Hah.

The little snake finally overplayed her hand.

The ER doors swung open, and Robert Walker stepped out. “Mr. Harrington, your grandfather is out of danger. We ran a blood panel–the herbs were perfectly clean. He was poisoned with concentrated

weedkiller.”

Cyrus offered a crisp nod. “Thank you.”

“Cyrus! Amelia has to be involved! You have to arrest her!”

Cyrus frowned at his sister’s hysterics. “Enough. We’re going to find out exactly what happened.”

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Chapter 8 The Fingerprint Match

If he wrongly accused Amelia, he’d have to answer to Sebastian Sterling.

Finished

“Mr. Harrington, I suggest you have your people pull fingerprints from the weedkiller bottle in your shed. Then, follow me to the Bennett house to compare them with Sophia’s.”

She remembered seeing the garden tool corner near the kitchen earlier.

The window of time between Piper leaving the kitchen and the medicine being served was too small for Sophia to have wiped the bottle clean.

Sophia was likely at home right now, pacing the floor in a panic.

Cyrus kept his gaze on Amelia, a look of realization finally washing over him.

“Amelia, I finally understand why Sebastian hasn’t called off the wedding.”

Amelia arched an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

Cyrus gave a small, envious smile. “With a fiancée this brilliant, anyone would want to keep her hidden. No wonder he never mentions you in public.”

If he had known a woman like this existed, he might have challenged Sebastian for her himself.

“You flatter me, Mr. Harrington. Let’s go find Sophia.”

Cyrus nodded and followed her out of the hospital.

Piper watched her cold, distant brother chatting and laughing with Amelia, and her expression turned into one of pure, silent fury.

The Bennett Estate.

Sophia hadn’t been able to sit still since she got home, downing several glasses of cold tea to settle her

nerves.

She checked the time and let out a sudden, jagged laugh.

By now, the old man should be dead. Amelia would be in handcuffs, headed for a life sentence!

Just as she was basking in her victory, the front doors were kicked open by a squad of suits in black.

“What is this?! This is a private residence!”

A servant’s scream made Sophia spin around in shock.

When she saw Amelia marching toward her, her face froze. “Amelia–ah!”

Smack!

Before she could get a word out, Amelia delivered a staggering blow to her cheek. The sting of the slap brought the world back into sharp focus.

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