Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 756

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Hogan let out a cold laugh. “These herbs wouldn’t do a thing to most people, but for a pregnant woman, they can trigger contractions. Do you know what contractions are? If not, go home and ask your wife.”

The shop owner, who was married and had kids, instantly understood—and it sent another shiver of fear down his spine.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, please—please just let me go…”

The man standing before him was strikingly handsome, dressed in expensive clothes, and trailed by two bodyguards—clearly from a family with serious wealth.

Now the shop owner was wracked with regret. He never should have taken that money or agreed to do something like this. If he’d realized it would all be uncovered, he’d never have dared.

“It was that woman who told me to put something in the cake. She handed me a syringe with an herbal liquid—and gave me a photo of another woman. She told me, whenever that woman came in to eat dessert, I was supposed to inject the contents of the syringe into her cake…”

“I was nervous something would go wrong, so I actually had the liquid tested first. After confirming it was just a mixture of typical herbs—nothing that should cause real harm—I agreed to help her.”

“If I’d known things would end up like this, I never would have gone along with it…”

He pulled out two photos from his pocket—one of Celeste, and the other of Amara.

Pointing at Celeste’s picture, he said, “This is the woman who gave me the syringe.”

The owner had no idea where Hogan planned to take him. He hunched his shoulders, unwilling to leave, but Hogan simply ignored his protests and dragged him out by the collar.

After lying in bed for nearly two hours, Amara was finally feeling a lot better. There was still a faint discomfort in her stomach, but it was barely noticeable now.

Celeste had stayed by her side the entire time. The two didn’t talk; Celeste kept her head down, absorbed in her phone, while Amara rested with her eyes closed, occasionally glancing at her phone to check the time.

A little while later, Hogan came back—this time with a heavyset man in a chef’s uniform in tow.

Hogan pushed the man forward toward Amara. “This is the owner of the dessert shop from earlier. I brought him here.”

Amara opened her eyes, glanced at the man, and asked, “Why did you bring him? Is the reason I wasn’t feeling well earlier connected to his cake?”