Jenna Roland felt dizzy, her throat parched as if scorched by fire.

She parted her lips to ask for candy to ease the discomfort.

But the memory of their earlier actions made her swallow the words.

Fiona Roland sidled up with feigned concern. "You can't ride like this. Let Jason take you to the hospital before it gets worse."

Victor Roland grew impatient at her silence. "Jason is still your cousin. Stop dawdling and get in the car!"

Jenna knew this wasn't the time to argue. She gave a reluctant nod.

Jason and Fiona flanked her, shoving her into the black sedan.

The moment her head touched the seat, darkness swallowed her vision. Consciousness slipped away.

Fiona shook her dramatically. "Jenna? Jenna! What's wrong?"

Jenna slumped against her shoulder, limp and unresponsive.

Heidi Roland turned from the passenger seat, whispering, "Did it work?"

A cold smile curled Fiona's lips. "Of course."

Victor barked orders. "Jason, drive straight to the hotel!"

The car sped off.

Fiona rifled through Jenna's bag, shredding the contract. She tossed two keys to Victor.

He weighed them in his palm with a sneer. "No matter how careful this bitch was, she still fell into our hands."

Fiona smirked. "Even the slyest fox can't outsmart skilled hunters."

Heidi bit her lip. "The restaurant had cameras. What if—"

Fiona waved her off. "The camera was behind me. It couldn't catch me drugging my own dessert. Who can prove anything?"

Victor frowned. "What if someone asks why you gave her your dessert?"

Fiona shrugged. "I'll say I didn't like it and passed it to her."

Victor grinned. "Brilliant!"

Fiona rolled her eyes. "If I left it to you fools, we wouldn't have even gotten near her."

Jason chimed in from the driver's seat. "Mom, you're the brains of this family!"

Fiona preened. "Remember—if she dares report this, we deny everything. One slip-up, and we all go down."

Victor thumped his chest. "My lips are sealed."

Heidi admired her manicure. "Over a million dollars and my designer bag? I'm not talking."

Having done prison time before, Jason and Fiona took no chances.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the hotel's back entrance.

Four men stood waiting.

The lead man had a beer belly, greasy skin, and reeked of body odor.

His ill-fitting custom suit and Patek Philippe watch silently declared his wealth.