Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 46: Tear His Face Off and Trample It Underfoot
"I’m sorry, Mrs. Grant." The manager’s demeanor was humble, but the tone was firm. "We cannot disclose information related to customer privacy."
Mrs. Grant was stunned. In the world of wealth and prestige, there are many secrets and scandals, and the major luxury brands naturally prioritize privacy protection as their top concern.
But that was for most people. For someone at the top of the pyramid like her, brands would meet any demand she had.
"Is that person more powerful than the Grant Family?" Mrs. Grant felt even more troubled, her gaze fixed on Cillian Grant. "Or is that person simply a Grant?"
The manager paused slightly, but his answer remained measured, "I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you mean."
The vague reply made Mrs. Grant’s eyes flare with anger, just as she was about to forcefully inquire, the manager had an urgent matter and abruptly ended the call.
It was the first time a brand dared to hang up on her. Mrs. Grant was furious to the point of laughter.
"Cillian Grant, you think you can cover the sky with one hand, and I can’t do anything about it?"
Cillian Grant crossed his legs, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the sofa, "I wouldn’t dare."
Mrs. Grant stared at him.
A few seconds later, she suddenly pointed at Eleanor with a commanding presence, "Kneel down."
Eleanor barely had time to react before the bodyguards, on Phoebe Grant’s signal, forced her down, one pressing her shoulders, the other kicking her legs, making her knees hit the ground with a thud.
Cillian Grant’s fingers momentarily stiffened before he spoke again, a hint of jesting and a touch of severity, "Mother, what is this for? Killing the chicken to scare the monkey?"
"Mother has never imposed discipline on you, not because you excel, but because you are restrained and self-disciplined. Therefore, if there’s a mistake, it’s definitely not on you."
Mrs. Grant’s lips also curved into a slight smile, "Eleanor, I’ve taught you since young to know shame and not to lie. What did you say in the car yesterday? I don’t quite remember, repeat it now."
Eleanor trembled.
She didn’t think what she said was wrong, but the criticism was directed at Cillian Grant, repeating it to his face, the more reckless her words were, the more reckless the price Cillian would make her pay.
"If you don’t speak, does it mean you’re hiding something? Were you trying to deceive me with those words?"
Eleanor clenched her hands tightly, the man remained composed, scanning and looking down on her.
And Mrs. Grant’s gaze seemed eager to devour her.
Weighing the lesser of two evils, if she didn’t speak now, Mrs. Grant would surely confirm the affair and her first reaction would be to lock her up, and Cillian would not rescue her.
If she did speak, even if Cillian was angered, he would have to find private time to vent his anger.
As long as there were a few hours, she could accomplish many things.
"Mom, I just said—"
Eleanor interrupted Phoebe Grant with a steady voice. "I think Liam Xavier has skewed values, is worse than pigs and dogs, and is a filthy, despicable scum."
Facing Cillian Grant’s sudden sharp gaze, she did not miss a single expression of his, "He doesn’t care if his parents are saddened or if his family is hurt, he has a heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog."
The man suddenly stood up, veins bulging as he clenched his fists, as if the blood vessels might burst at any moment.
Mrs. Grant was taken aback by the expression on his face and responded sharply, "Cillian, you disagree?"
The man’s face resembled a black cloud pressing down, surging and roaring, growing more frightening, directly bearing down on Eleanor.
That reaction shattered Mrs. Grant’s fleeting sense of luck.
She shivered and stood up.
Just as she was about to speak, Cillian Grant suddenly suppressed all his emotions, leaving only his dark eyes, becoming deeper and profound.
"Is this the suspicion and paranoia you and Phoebe Grant have been indulging in?" His voice carried anger, disgust, and deep sorrow, too much intertwining, impossible to discern.
Phoebe Grant watched from the side, feeling uneasy as the brother who had always been tolerant and forgiving towards family turned icily cold.
She explained softly, "It’s because of brother’s relentless approach towards The Voss Family and the suspicion over that purse, we had reasons for questioning."
"Fools."
Phoebe Grant stepped back in disbelief, wide-eyed, "Brother, you’re calling me a fool?"
Cillian Grant looked at her and Mrs. Grant. His tone was icy, "I never wanted external affairs to affect you. I’m sworn enemies with The Lewis Family, and the head of The Voss Family is a supporter of The Lewis Family. That’s why I won’t relent. As for the purse—"
He turned to Eleanor, his eyes were ominous and carried a chilling implication, "Since you like telling the truth, you explain."
Eleanor was so frightened her organs were trembling. She took out her phone, "The purse was a counterfeit, a colleague left it with me. If Mother doesn’t believe me, she once shared the link with me, I can prove it."
Mrs. Grant was about to take it.
Cillian Grant suddenly sneered loudly, an echo of anger and hatred that sent chills down the spine.
"If Mother still isn’t reassured, then follow my previous suggestion, let her move out, The Grant Family has long not been her place to stay."
He turned and called the butler, in front of everyone present, "Pack her things and let her leave."
"No need." Eleanor broke free from the bodyguard’s restraint and stood up, trembling all over, pale as a ghost, "Everything belongs to The Grant Family, has nothing to do with me."
She rushed out of the living room, heading for the courtyard gate.
This sudden twist happened in the blink of an eye, and it took Mrs. Grant a moment to realize.
Phoebe Grant stood there incredulously, unable to believe that the bothering unwelcome guest had just been removed.
The suspicion she had always harbored revealed that her brother had other plans, the purse was indeed fake, and her brother had long intended to send Eleanor away.
Cillian Grant’s tongue pressed against his molars, turning a circle, and he commanded Phoebe Grant, "Damian Sinclair is starting a business in Afreia, as his wife, fly to accompany him tomorrow, from now on the affairs of The Grant Family have nothing to do with you."
Mrs. Grant realized and became worried, "Your sister was doing this for your sake—"
"She is an outsider." Cillian Grant’s voice was somber, "A married daughter is like water spilled and can’t be gathered."
.........
Eleanor left the courtyard gate, immediately got out her phone to hail a cab, and offered the driver an extra three hundred bucks to drive up the mountain as fast as possible.
Once she was in the car, she called Elaine White, "Urgent matter, meet at the usual place."
On the other end, Elaine White paused, "Alright, I happen to have something to tell you too."
When Elaine White reached the front of the teahouse, she was about to enter, but a person suddenly appeared from the side and dragged her into the alley behind the teahouse.
Elaine White recognized Eleanor, and didn’t struggle, following her lead, zigzagging until they reached a village in the city two streets away from the teahouse.
"Where exactly are you going?" Elaine White gasped for breath, "Did Cillian Grant find out?"
Eleanor also stopped, leaning on her knees, panting heavily, "Didn’t find out, but almost. The tail at my company can’t be swept away, I have to leave today."
Elaine White helped her, taking her to the shadowed area of the street, "Then what exactly happened, hurry and explain."
Eleanor felt like her chest was a worn-out bellows, breathing laboriously, "Cillian Grant gave me a limited edition platinum purse, but Phoebe Grant discovered it and told her mother. Just now they had a tribunal, Cillian Grant was driven to anger and kicked me out of The Grant Family."
Elaine White was surprised and delighted, "That’s good news! He kicked you out, so you don’t have to hide anymore."
Eleanor waved her hand frantically, "Let me finish, before he kicked me out I gave him a good scolding, ripped his face off and stomped on it, spat on him before pasting it back."
