Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 118: Everything Exposed
"Are you saying that the black clinic first took Damian Sinclair’s money, and then after Cillian Grant visited twice, they were about to relent, but Cillian suddenly pulled back?"
"Yes." Secretary Rhodes’ nose was dotted with sweat, dripping onto his shoe tips.
"When exactly?"
Secretary Rhodes bowed even lower, "At the same time as the photo with Ms. Leona Lewis, two weeks ago, on the eve of Miss Eleanor’s departure."
Mr. Grant calculated the timing, which coincided with the upheaval in The Xavier Family, where Liam Xavier’s wife was in a car accident and fell into a coma.
He immediately understood, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, "This son of mine, he gives no ground to his father, but to a woman, he yields generously."
Secretary Rhodes had been following from the time Cillian Grant was suspected to have been involved with Eleanor until the pregnancy was confirmed. He was a participant in the turbulent storms within The Grant Family.
Mr. Grant’s words, he understood, but he must pretend he didn’t.
Like a wooden statue, he bowed in place, motionless.
Mr. Grant’s face was hidden in the deep shadows, absorbed, suddenly standing straight, his face emerging under the desk lamp’s light, "That’s not right, not right, if he backed off, why did he stop doing so after Eleanor left? Instead, he began to openly confront me, arranging his army against mine."
Secretary Rhodes was already middle-aged, long bowed, and bent, his head was spinning due to prolonged blood rush, and he collapsed to the ground.
Bad guesses continuously surfaced in Mr. Grant’s mind, his brows furrowed as he motioned for him to sit on the chair.
"How is Grant Group recently, what about Liam Xavier? How far has he gone mad?"
Secretary Rhodes recovered from his dizziness, the bright blurry veil lifting from his eyes, and instinctively replied, "Recently, you’ve been focusing on investigating Miss Eleanor’s pregnancy to eliminate concerns. Grant Group has a few veteran directors holding things together, and even if Liam Xavier tried to bite, he couldn’t cause much trouble."
Mr. Grant’s face suddenly turned terrifyingly grim, his arm leaning on the table edge, veins bulging through the skin, "After his insider was caught, did he never inquire about it?"
Secretary Rhodes’ dizziness vanished at once, seeing his expression, his face paled with fear, "He did ask, Damon Sharp just asked the day before yesterday."
"Only Damon Sharp?"
Secretary Rhodes nodded.
"Outmaneuvering under the cover." Mr. Grant seemed to smile or not, absurdly annoyed, gritting his teeth, "A fine piece of outwitting under cover."
That day, he had just found Eleanor, and Cillian Grant followed closely behind, using the maneuver of luring a snake out of its hole, he lost.
Cillian Grant brought up the rumor, which he didn’t believe, and they stood off in the hallway.
Cillian Grant spoke of outmaneuvering under cover, to which he thought the term was a stretch.
At that time there were two choices: to keep the chairman’s position by giving up the chase for Eleanor. Or give up the position and continue pursuing Eleanor.
Indeed it was confusing, trapping him, making it difficult to choose, and later when he decided to focus on Grant Group, Cillian Grant went directly to Froskar as if Eleanor’s pregnancy was confirmed, making him anxious, dropping everything to console her.
He immediately altered the strategy, involving Grace to investigate the pregnancy issue, attacking on both fronts.
However, the insider named King exposed himself, which suddenly made him change his thoughts, Cillian Grant brashly went to Froskar, evidently showing how important Eleanor is to him, and how much he cared about the pregnancy matter, getting detected by him.
It seems yet another madman ’Liam Xavier’ resisting the family for love.
Everything Mr. Grant does now is to completely cut them off. With the Xavier Family precedent, even if he wins against Cillian Grant at Grant Group, in matters of feelings, the harsher the external world, the stronger the ties. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
He plans to investigate the timeline thoroughly, starting with Eleanor.
Her ability to leave implies she doesn’t have deep, mutual feelings for Cillian.
But he underestimated Cillian Grant; his son had already figured out his intentions. Boldly betting everything on the whimsical ’Liam Xavier,’ leading him to investigate Eleanor’s pregnancy while targeting Grant Group. He’s afraid that the old codgers of Mr. Grant are already largely undermined by him.
Mr. Grant leaned back against the chair.
The situation was like a balance; if one end rose, the other would fall. Cillian Grant wants Grant Group, stripping him of future means of obstruction.
Yet feelings are not won through power, and the leverage in his hand might still win a bigger bet.
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Eleanor slept until 10 o’clock, and when she got up to wash, she discovered a Jade Button around her wrist.
She stared at it for a minute, a touch of sarcasm passing through her eyes, not undoing it, nor asking questions.
She pulled down her sleeves to cover it, as if she had never noticed.
After breakfast, Eleanor returned to her upstairs room, interestedly turning on the television, searching through the Froskar channels.
Coincidently, the local news was broadcasting last night’s aurora.
The wavering sky on the screen couldn’t compare to witnessing it with her own eyes; the magnificent glow was but one-millionth as awe-inspiring.
Just as Eleanor was about to change the channel, the screen’s view shifted to the ground, showing a vast snowy plain, with hills undulating like white ocean waves, and at the top of the wave, near a blurry car-shaped rectangular outline, stood two small figures closely embracing into one.
Around them, the wind blew snow into the air, the waves rolled on, slowly spreading over them, leaving the small dots as they merged into black and gray.
The aurora was romantic, the snowstorm was beautifully poetic, and the scene was indescribably mystical.
It was as if the world had become an isolated island, leaving only these two people and a car.
Eleanor immediately switched the channel and glanced sideways at the sofa beside her.
Cillian Grant was sitting upright, wearing a pair of frameless glasses on his nose, facing the laptop on his lap. The lenses reflected the screen, with dense documents jumping up and down, the end bearing his electronic signature.
He had been very busy since morning; even at breakfast, he stayed close to his laptop, so focused that he probably didn’t notice the news just now.
She let out a sigh of relief, retracting her gaze.
The man unexpectedly looked up, his gaze capturing hers, "Watching me?"
Eleanor was wary of his previous entrapment, moving away, "If you’re busy, why not go next door, I’m about to watch the ’007’ movie, and it might disturb you."
Cillian removed his glasses, rubbing his temples, "Change it, the explosion sounds are too stimulating."
What it stimulates, he didn’t say.
Eleanor wasn’t sure. Whether it was too stimulating for him, or the baby in her belly, that seemed too far-fetched. These fragmented pregnancy knowledge were pieces she only started to pay attention to understand after getting pregnant.
Online it was said, men never paid attention to these things, many expectant fathers couldn’t even remember their wives’ weeks of pregnancy.
She leaned against the armrest, "Oh."
In Froskar, the sun had yet to rise at this hour.
The floor lamp beside the sofa was adjusted to its brightest, its warm yellow halo enveloping Eleanor’s figure clad in loose loungewear, accentuating her slenderness, lazily relaxed and charming, both obedient and alluring.
Cillian’s serious gaze cracked slightly, he set aside the laptop with one hand.
Eleanor had anticipated this move of his, immediately jumping to the ground. In her movement, the red string of the Jade Button peeked from her sleeve.
Cillian’s gaze swept over it, focusing on her.
Having reached this point, it would be unspeakable if Eleanor didn’t ask, she spoke up, "When did you buy it? The carving here in Froskar is lacking—"
Suddenly, Cillian’s phone, placed aside, rang, Eleanor cast a glance; it was Mr. Grant.
She paused, watching Cillian, who stared at the flashing screen for two seconds before picking up.
Mr. Grant’s voice carried heavy exhaustion, "Did Damon Sharp tell you, I discovered through The Peridian Way’s black clinic that it’s confirmed Eleanor is pregnant?"
Eleanor, at that moment, felt an icy chill.
It’s over.
This tacit play, beyond imagination, was unveiled by Mr. Grant.
