The Mafia Boss’s Fiancée Called Me a Desperate Maid—Then I Took Away His Dinner, Revealing the Secret Ingredient She Hid Inside Her Purse Tonight
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Chapter 7 - Emma’s Carefully Guarded Secret Past
“People who ‘just do their job’ don’t notice foreign toxins hidden in Madeira wine reductions,” Luca noted, stepping closer.
“Who taught you how to spot forensic poison indicators?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
I took a deep breath, realizing that hiding the truth from a man like Luca Moretti was utterly impossible.
“My father wasn't just an elevator repairman before his stroke, Mr. Moretti,” I confessed quietly.
“He worked as a forensic chemist for the city department for twenty years before private corporate downsizing,” I added.
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“And you inherited his eye for detail?” Luca asked, a faint hint of respect touching the edge of his voice.
“I learned chemistry before I learned how to set a dinner table,” I replied evenly.
