Chapter 768

When Maeve returned to the lounge, she was surprised to find Amy lurking around. "What are you doing here?" Maeve's voice was sharp. Amy flinched and turned to face her while stammering, "M-Ms. Scott... I—" "I asked what you were doing," Maeve insisted as she stepped closer. Amy backed away slightly and forced a nervous smile. "Mr. Whitmore asked me to bring you some tea, Ms. Scott. When I saw you weren't here, I was about to take it back." Maeve eyed the tea in Amy's hand and smiled faintly. "Is that so?" "Yes, of course." Amy quickly set the tea down on the table. "The tea is still hot. Would you like some now?" Maeve looked at the steaming cup and said with a smile, "Just leave it. I'll drink it later." "Alright then, I'll be going now." Amy moved hastily to the door as she was eager to leave the room. As Amy exited, Maeve raised an eyebrow at the tea on the table. Wesley had arranged for her to be carried in while she was still unconscious, and the person who drugged