Chapter 147 I Have My Terms

• Felix raised his hand, pulling Sandra closer. He draped his arm over her shoulder, his voice firm, cutting through the tension in the room. "No need for Sandy to step in. Since this is about me, I'll handle it myself."
• His gaze turned icy as he locked eyes with Holly. "Sandy doesn't have an antidote, but she does carry several handmade sachets. One of them clears the mind and sharpens the senses."
• Yvonne scoffed, her chin tilting upward, full of disbelief. "Don't try to fool us. She can make regular incense, sure. But you're telling me she made something to counter sleeping pills? Who will buy that? If she could do that, she'd be running the show in Devonia. You're all in this together, trying to frame my mom."