Chapter 23 - POISONED CHAMPAGNE
That evening, Willow attended a private art exhibition in Soho, determined not to live her life hiding behind closed doors.
Gabriel remained inches from her side, scanning every waiter, guest, and gallery worker with intense scrutiny.
A waiter carrying a silver tray approached Willow, offering a glass of vintage champagne topped with a fresh strawberry.
"Compliments of the gallery director, Miss Thorne," the waiter said with a polite bow before melting back into the crowd.
Willow reached for the glass, but Gabriel suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her fingers an inch from the crystal stem.
"Don't drink that," Gabriel ordered sternly, taking the glass and inspecting the liquid under his penlight.
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Faint white residue swirled at the bottom of the flute, invisible to the naked eye.
Gabriel immediately tackled the fleeing waiter near the rear exit, slamming him against the brick wall and securing his wrists.
