Chapter 65

• **Gabe's POV**
• “He is the one that smuggled the poison into the kitchen,” I admitted, putting my hands in my pockets. “I paid him. And a lowly person amongst the catering staff. All Joel had to do was get the poison to the right person so it could be mixed into the drinks before serving time. It was through your papa that I found out the location and time of your event.”
• Bitter regret singed through me as I let those words sink in. Evelina put a hand to her mouth, attempting to muffle a gut-wrenching sob.