Charlie was silent for a moment. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’re the best, Charlie, you really are.”
The minute he was off the phone with Astrid, Charlie placed a call to his chief financial officer: “Hey, Aaron. Remember the Michael Teo Cloud Nine acquisition back in 2010?”
“How could I ever forget? We’re still writing down the losses on that one,” Aaron replied.
“Why in God’s name did you name the holding company Pebble Beach LTD?”
“Dude, I was standing on the eighteenth hole when you called to tell me to buy the company. It’s the greatest finishing hole in the world. Why are you asking?”
“Never mind.”
* * *
*1 In Hokkien: “So expensive! I’m not coming out with the money!”
*2 Hokkien for “put in a doggie bag.”
10
QUEEN MARY HOSPITAL
POK FU LAM, HONG KONG
Nick was doing the New York Times crossword puzzle on his iPad when the police officer on guard outside the room poked his head in.
“Sir, there’s a couple at reception demanding to see Ms. Chu. They have two cartfuls of food products with them, and the man says he’s her brother.”
“Oh yes.” Nick smiled, leaning over and whispering softly into Rachel’s ear. “Baby…you awake? Carlton and Colette are here. Are you up for seeing people?”
Rachel, who had been napping intermittently all morning, opened her eyes groggily. “Um, sure.”
“Send them up,” Nick instructed the officer.
It had been two days since Rachel had been moved from the intensive care unit to the private ward, and her condition had been steadily improving ever since the doctors discovered the precise drug that had been used to poison her and swiftly administered an antidote.
Soon there was a knock on the door, and Carlton and Colette entered the room. “Hey, Sis! This isn’t exactly what I thought the Four Seasons Hangzhou was going to be like,” Carlton teased, coming up to her bedside and squeezing her hand gently.
Rachel smiled weakly. “You guys really shouldn’t have taken the trouble—”
“Oh, come on! We caught the first flight out the minute Nick called,” Carlton said. “Besides, there’s a sale at Joyce that Colette wanted to get to.”
Colette smacked Carlton’s arm. “When we hadn’t heard from you guys by Monday, we thought you were just having too good a time in Hangzhou without us.”
“A marvelous time, as you can see,” Rachel said drolly, extending her arms to show off her IV tubes.
“I still can’t believe you can get an attack of gallstones when you’re this young! I thought it only happened to old people,” Colette said.
“Actually, it can happen to anyone,” Nick said.
Colette perched on the edge of Rachel’s hospital bed and said, “Well, I’m so glad you’re back on the mend.”
“Did you guys fly down on your smaller plane…Grande?” Rachel asked Colette.
“Oh, you mean Venti? No, no we didn’t,” Colette said, rolling her eyes. “My father has cut off my fleet privileges. Ever since I turned down Richie Yang’s proposal, my parents have been furious and they have this idea that they’re going to teach me some kind of lesson. Can you believe they put a freeze on my bank account, and my Titanium card got revolted? Well, guess what? The joke’s on them, because I can survive just fine without their help—you are now looking at the new international brand ambassador for Prêt-à-Couture!”
“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.”
“Of course, of course,” Carlton said, his brow furrowed in shock. “Do they know what kind of toxin was used?”
“It’s called Tarquinomid. It’s a very hard-to-get pharmaceutical that’s normally used to treat people with multiple sclerosis, manufactured only in Israel. They say it’s sometimes used by Mossad agents for assassinations.”
Carlton’s face suddenly went pale.
BAO RESIDENCE, SHANGHAI
THAT SAME EVENING
Bao Gaoliang and his wife were standing under the portico of their elegant garden mansion in the French Concession, waving goodbye to departing guests, when Carlton’s car came racing up the circular driveway.
“My goodness, the emperor has decided to grace us with his presence! To what do we owe this honor?” Shaoyen said sarcastically as Carlton walked up the stone steps toward them.
“I need to see you both in the library. Now!” he said through gritted teeth.
“Don’t speak to your mother in that tone!” Gaoliang chastised.
“What, you guys kissed and made up?” Carlton said, as he stormed into the house.
“We had a dinner for the Mongolian ambassador. Unlike you, your father and I still know how to be civil around each other when the occasion warrants it,” Shaoyen said, sinking into the tufted leather sofa and taking off her Zanotti heels with a sigh of relief.
Carlton shook his head in disgust. “I don’t know how you can sit there in that ball gown of yours, pretending that nothing’s wrong when you know very well what you’ve done!”
“What are you talking about?” Gaoliang asked wearily.