So, he’d been with Petty all this time?
Weren’t they supposed to be getting a divorce? Wasn’t she about to leave the country?
So why was she still holding onto Franco—her Franco?
Without warning, Laura turned to her bodyguard. “Go help the White family’s security with the attackers. I’m fine here.”
“But, Laura—”
“No more excuses, just go!” Her voice was sharp, and her eyes had turned cold. She gripped her fists so tightly her nails sank into her skin, but even that sting couldn’t get rid of the anger boiling inside her.
Right then, a gunshot cracked the air. The bodyguard instantly moved in front of Laura. “Get Laura inside, now!” he barked.
The nanny didn’t waste a second. She pushed Laura’s wheelchair fast, racing toward the house.
They barely made it to the corner when something caught under the nanny’s foot. She gasped, lost her balance, and hit the ground hard, her head knocking against a flowerbed. The world spun around her.
...
The shooting started to die down. Jay made sure Adelaide was safe then took charge, gathering the rest of the bodyguards. Together, they boxed in the masked attackers. Finally, after what felt like forever, the chaos was over.
But just as everyone started to relax, something weird happened. The attackers, who’d already been disarmed, suddenly started convulsing.
Petty took a quick step back, slamming right into Franco. He wrapped his arm more tightly around her, holding her steady.
It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight masked men hit the ground twitching. Then their bodies went stiff. Motionless.
Jay knelt beside them, checking. His face turned grim. “They poisoned themselves,” he said flatly.

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