“Colette just signed a multimillion-dollar contract with them,” Carlton boasted.

“Congratulations! How fantastic!” Rachel said.

“Yes, I patched things up with Virginie de Bassinet, and now she’s throwing me a party next week at the Johnnie Walker House to make the big announcement. I’ll be in all the ads for Prêt-à-Couture next season, and Tim Walker will shoot the campaign. I hope you’ll be well enough to make it to the party.”

Nick and Rachel remained silent.

“Hey, this crazy girl here insisted on bringing you more food from Daylesford Organic, but the warden wouldn’t let us bring the carts up to this floor,” Carlton said.

“Well, I’m sure the hospital food must be insipid,” Colette remarked.

“Actually, you’d be surprised. I had a beef pie in the cafeteria yesterday that was rather good,” Nick said.

“Thank you so much, Colette. I just started back on solid foods this morning, and I’m craving something sweet,” Rachel said.

“OMG—let’s smuggle up some of the white-chocolate-dipped lemon biscuits for you!” Colette squealed.

“Maybe if I go downstairs with you, they’ll let us bring some stuff up,” Nick suggested to Carlton.

The two of them headed to the lobby. In the elevator, Carlton said, “I’m so relieved to see that Rachel is out of the woods. But why are there police all over the place?”

Nick looked Carlton in the eye. “I’m going to tell you something, but you have to promise it’s strictly between us, okay?”

“Of course.”

Nick took a deep breath. “Rachel didn’t have an attack of gallstones—she was poisoned.”

“Like food poisoning?” Carlton asked, confused.

“No, someone intentionally poisoned her with a toxin.”

Carlton stared at Nick in horror. “You must be joking.”

“I wish I was. She doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but you know she could have died. Her organs were shutting down one by one, and the doctors were hopelessly trying to figure out what was wrong until we found out she was poisoned.”

“Un-fucking-believable! How did you find out?”

“We got an anonymous letter.”

Carlton gasped. “What? Who would want to poison Rachel?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Thanks to my aunt Alix, who knows the chief executive of Hong Kong very well, it’s become an official investigation involving both the Hong Kong and Chinese police.” The elevator reached the lobby, and Nick pulled Carlton to a quiet corner. “Let me ask you…honestly, do you think Richie Yang is capable of something like this?”

Carlton paused for a moment. “Richie? Why would he have anything to do with this?”

“You humiliated him in front of all his friends in Paris. Colette made it clear to everyone that she prefers you—” Nick began.

“You think he poisoned Rachel to get back at me? Bloody hell, that would make him even sicker than I thought! I’d never forgive myself if that were true.”

“It’s just one theory. We’ve been trying to come up with anyone who might have the slightest motive. I think the police are going to want to talk to both you and Colette at some point.”