The Black Card System

Chapter Ninety Five

Angela was on edge as she watched Charles tip the glass of wine over. Just one more tilt, one more tilt. Suddenly everything seemed too slow. Why was he so slow just to drink one glass of wine?

Then his phone rang and he dropped the glass of wine immediately.

Angela swore under her breath, squeezing her skirt tightly in frustration. He had been so close, even the tiniest gulp was bound to do something.

Charles held up his phone in hopes of it being James calling, but it was not. Instead, it was Vera calling.

Charles sighed, and picked up the call.

"Vera." He called as he moved to sit and in doing that, he accidentally pushed the glass of wine off the little table and it fell to the ground, shattering and sending wine splattering on the sofa.

Angela shrieked as she watched the glass of wine seep onto the carpet close to where it shattered.

There went her poison. Charles stared at her, wondering why she was overreacting over a glass of wine.

"Couldn't you have been more careful!?" S