Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 166: Eleanor Learns Damian Is in Danger
Mr. Sinclair stood in front of Damian Sinclair, forcing a smile, "Cousin, is there some misunderstanding? How could Damian suppress his peers for personal gain?"
The meeting room door closed behind him, and Mr. Sinclair’s secretary began to explain to Sean Fenton while Mr. Sinclair’s secretary freed himself from the security and hurried over.
"Is Sinclair Group facing a smuggling lawsuit? This particular export followed Mr. Sinclair’s process, and now it’s under investigation, becoming a typical case at customs."
"Mr. Sinclair has been questioned from above, and besides the first batch of loans, which was applied for by Grant Group, the rest were all secured by Sinclair Group."
"Even though the loan name was in Grant Group’s favor, the actual benefits went to Sinclair Group. What will the investigation team think? That Sinclair Group used Mr. Sinclair to set a trap for Grant Group, leading Grant Group to report collusion between officials and merchants, forming a criminal syndicate."
The charge is indeed heavy.
Mr. Sinclair was startled, not knowing how to argue for a moment.
In the beginning, the loan did indeed facilitate The Grant Family, but later Cillian Grant relentlessly pursued Eleanor, while Damian Sinclair halted the loan, jointly controlling him with Mr. Grant, forcing Cillian Grant to return home.
Those who knew the inside story understood the complications, but the investigation team was stringent, solemn, and wouldn’t consider romantic tales. Now Sinclair Group is suspected of smuggling and dumping, which from a behavioral standpoint, genuinely falls under malicious competition.
Mr. Sinclair’s face turned ashen, his gaze shot sharply towards Damian Sinclair, "I’m now under investigation. If the ultimate result of the commission’s investigation aligns with Grant Group’s complaint, I’ll face custodial measures, and Sinclair Group’s bribery will land us together in prison."
Damian Sinclair straightened his posture, the slap mark on his face visible, yet his expression remained calm, and his voice steady, "I promise you won’t face custodial measures."
Mr. Sinclair understood him.
He assured others, but not himself, indicating that his biggest assurance was limited to this.
After Mr. Sinclair left, Mr. Sinclair remained silent.
After a while, he patted Damian Sinclair’s shoulder, "There are moments when destiny defies heaven, but heaven never closes all paths. Our Sinclair Group isn’t a paper tiger. Even if the situation isn’t favorable in the end, you’ve matured, and with Sinclair Group in your hands, I’m reassured."
Damian Sinclair grasped his hand, a trace of a smile appeared on his lips, "You want to protect me, I understand, but I agree more with the first part of what you said."
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Eleanor awakened again, the hospital room dim, the curtains filtering the sunlight into a hazy golden glow.
Elaine White was sleeping on the sofa under the window and sensed another presence nearby, turned her head.
She found herself facing a pair of mute and gentle eyes, which upon seeing her awaken, leaned forward to turn on the bedside lamp.
Eleanor didn’t want to interact with him, turned away, and rolled over.
As he leaned in, strength quietly flowed through her limbs and veins. Eleanor was momentarily stunned, then suddenly raised a hand, causing a commotion and startling Elaine White awake.
Eleanor attempted to sit up, "Elaine, I—"
Her tongue was stiff and painful, turning into needle-like stings after speaking, and only then did she realize she could talk.
Elaine White rushed to the bedside, while Eleanor’s shoulders were supported by someone, with a pillow placed behind her, Cillian Grant’s voice sounded close to her ear, "The stitches on the wound haven’t been removed, try to speak less."
Eleanor had the strength to resist, pulled her arm out, struggled and pushed away, unable to push away, a loud slap landed on Cillian Grant’s left cheek.
Cillian Grant’s head turned to one side, and a distinct five-finger mark appeared prominently on his cheek.
Elaine White felt completely satisfied.
"Advocating for animal protection, beasts aren’t included. Eleanor, use your elbow for force, hit the cheek with the palm bone, the fingers don’t have enough power, you might end up hurting yourself more"
Eleanor had been holding back for too long, now ready to unleash, another slap landed on Cillian Grant’s other cheek.
Elaine White cheered, "Yes, just like that, swing your arm like a whip, deliver the maximum damage."
Cillian Grant remained expressionless as he took the slaps, under the extreme composure was an unspeakable, deeply conditioned pain, a shadowy sense of rupture.
Eleanor continued to thrash out randomly, starting with slaps, then pulling his hair, using her teeth, her feet, her whole being a once suppressed flicker of flame, now ignited into a wild shape, setting ablaze those confining her, while consuming herself.
Elaine White laughed yet cried, no longer the limp pallor buried in the bedding, able to sit up, to vent, to resist.
"Come on, Eleanor, more. He harmed you this much, whatever you do to him isn’t too much."
Throughout, Cillian Grant shielded her with his arms, his figure looming over her, letting her lash out.
When everything was over, Eleanor was breathlessly embracing Elaine White.
From his once imposing and stern demeanor, Cillian Grant now appeared disheveled, helplessly stuck in place.
"Does it relieve your anger?" His shirt was also left torn open, his chest rising and falling steadily, the muscular barriers thinner than before, missing robust vitality, shadowed by murkiness, frailty.
Eleanor noticed his flushed cheeks were thin, sunken, yet despite the blood he coughed, illness had not taken him away.
"Not relieved." Eleanor’s face was flushed fiercely, contrasting with her icy eyes," I’d only be relieved if you die."
Cillian Grant gazed at her, his eyes waves rising, the deepest brilliance unreadable. "Okay."
He stood to tidy his clothes and hair, as Eleanor watched him warily, not believing his "okay."
Cillian Grant, the devil that he is, inherently selfish, never acted against his own interests, there must be ulterior intentions.
Ian White awoke from a nap, stepping onto the hospital corridor, saw Cillian Grant’s figure disappear at the elevator entrance.
He hastened a few steps forward, as the elevator display jumped to six, froze there.
Perplexed, he murmured, "Both top medical institutions in the world are here, isn’t the pneumonia nearly cured?"
When he got to the hospital room.
The curtains were opened, it was rare good weather in Froskar, sunlight shone into the hospital room.
In the depth of light, his little darling was reprimanding Eleanor while crying, "What does being free from attachment mean, you believe Damian Sinclair would surely save the snakehead, but how come you don’t think about who would save Damian Sinclair?"
Eleanor confused, "What saving Damian Sinclair?"
Elaine White previously concerned about her health, and Eleanor having slept most of a day and night, with little time awake, hadn’t the energy to listen to her explanation.
"Cillian Grant attacked Damian Sinclair, the Sterling Sinclair crisis is severe, Damian Sinclair can’t fend for himself, therefore he couldn’t come to Froskar to see you."
Eleanor finally responded, incredulous, "Grant Group has his father, how could he agree to him attacking Sinclair Group?"
"Didn’t you know?" Elaine White surprised, "He fell out with his dad, he’s now the chairman of Grant Group, his dad couldn’t compete, so he planned to arrange a funeral for you, making everyone believe you came on a Froskar vacation and died in an accident."
Eleanor was stunned.
Elaine White saw her ignorance of the domestic situation, and decided to lay it all out for her.
"When we arrived in Froskar, The Grant Family had just finished your funeral, his mom immediately hospitalized, heard her condition wasn’t light, but what exactly, no detail, I think she’s pretentious. Also Phoebe Grant."
Elaine White grinned, "She’s finally met her reckoning. Cillian Grant knowing full well his attack on Sinclair Group would ruin her marriage, still went ahead. Her own brother disregarded her pregnant niece, infuriating Uncle Sinclair, she cries about abdominal pain, unstable pregnancy, causing havoc, but Uncle Sinclair wouldn’t let her see Damian Sinclair. She tried to stay at the Sinclairs, Uncle Sinclair directly moved out with Aunt Sinclair—"
"Sinclair Group, talk about Sinclair." Eleanor grabbed Elaine White’s wrist, "What crisis, how severe, can Damian Sinclair handle it?"
