"Mom,"
Sinclair looked at the thing in his hand, a question in his eyes.
"Is this thing really that useful?"
"Of course," Margaret gracefully sipped her tea, a graceful and gentle smile on her face.
"This was acquired through a hefty sum from the underworld channels in Southeast America."
She put down her teacup and looked at Sinclair, continuing her words.
"As long as you put this in Sandra's wine glass, she will obediently follow your wishes."
"But mom, after all, the Porter family is not an ordinary small clan,"
The concern was evident on Tyler's face.
"If Sandra notices something amiss and the Porter family investigates, it may not end well."
"Don't worry,"
The gentle smile remained on Margaret's face.
"Afterwards, Sandra would only think she had too much to drink, she won't recall anything else."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
