Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 48: You Must Leave, As Far As Possible
The words on this page penned by Damian Sinclair are straight and elegant, but then switch abruptly to something sharp and fierce, piercing through the paper with traces of penmanship full of turning and lifting.
[Eleanor, Cillian Grant is far stronger than you imagine.
In these four years, he’s gone mad like a plundering machine, his influence expanding so widely that it now suppresses The Voss Family and simultaneously pressures the Sterling Sinclair, forcing me to go abroad.
But he is facing a crisis; The Xavier Family is a swamp, and the more he invests, the deeper he sinks. Currently, over half of Grant Group’s resources are entangled and shackled. His financial shortfall is so significant that ordinary cooperation cannot fill it, yet at this critical juncture, he has diverted a hundred million in liquid funds to treat your illness.
The intention is self-evident.
I believe that with your intelligence, you must have already noticed. But due to the tense situation, you’re underestimating it because of a lack of information.
There’s news from the capital, three days ago, the top neurological team he invited from Atria’s Mayo arrived at Union Hospital, and formed a medical team with the academician Wang Liu to fully awaken Ivan Bolton.
If Ivan Bolton wakes up, with the life-saving grace in front, he will never be bought or swayed and will surely do his utmost to treat you.
Eleanor, we’ve been exposed to the high-stakes games of wealthy families since we were kids, and I trust that when you read this, you already understand what I mean.
So, Eleanor, you must leave, as far as you can.
Remember that.]
Eleanor took a long breath, the stone in her heart had completely sunk.
She certainly understood the meaning of Damian Sinclair, the letter had three key points.
First, Cillian Grant can force the heir of the Sterling Sinclair to go abroad, making it easy to find her.
Second, in Cillian’s desperate situation, taking her hand in marriage is the most convenient, effective, and profitable immediate task.
Third, the car accident with Ivan Bolton, he used all his power to treat him, without timely loss mitigation, which shows how dire his situation is, leaving him no other option but to go down one dark road.
When she becomes the key to turning the tide, will Cillian Grant allow her to leave?
Wouldn’t he exert all his strength to find her? Can she escape?
From deep within her soul, Eleanor felt a fear spreading from the depths of her heart, slowly invading every vein until her limbs became heavy and numb.
This sheet of paper, a thousand pounds heavy, she finally folded up slowly.
Just as before, she and Damian Sinclair folded thousands upon thousands of paper crane letters together.
But at that time, it was the shy heart of youth, conveyed in a way that was sentimental yet earnest during adolescence.
Now, folding it once more, Eleanor was drawing a definitive conclusion on this coerced and sealed-off affection.
She flipped through that stack of paper again, more carefully this time.
Her heart was in turmoil, was she going to listen to Damian Sinclair and abandon her original plan, fleeing abroad?
......
Dusk fell quickly in winter, around five or six o’clock, and another rainstorm came down.
Accompanied by thunder and lightning, raging like a typhoon landing.
Aaron Chase parked the car at the alley near Eleanor’s company, the man in the backseat kicked his seat, "Park at the entrance."
Aaron Chase dared not disobey.
Admittedly, with the storm raging, the car should have been parked at the entrance to prevent Miss Eleanor from getting soaked by the pouring rain.
But Aaron Chase privately believed that Miss Eleanor might rather endure the harsh weather than expose her connections under the watchful eyes of her colleagues.
The crowd streaming out of the office building gradually thinned.
Only a few scattered individuals remained, observing the Rolls Royce near the entrance from the lobby, some closer, some farther away.
Cillian Grant gazed through the car window at the entrance, another wave of people emerged from the elevator.
They dispersed, and finally revealed Tilly, who tilted her head, phone clamped between her shoulder, impatiently checking her watch.
She spoke intermittently, and upon exiting the lobby, she paused when her eyes landed on the black luxury car parked at the entrance, a typical expression of envy flashed across her face.
As she passed the front of the car, in the next moment, she turned back in confusion, repeatedly verifying the license plate, visible astonishment played on her features.
Cillian Grant hung up the phone, unable to get through seven times, his patience was gone.
He slightly raised his hand.
Aaron Chase, waiting for the driver’s seat for some time, immediately got out, and quickly approached Tilly.
After a few words with her, he stood frozen as if struck by lightning.
Even if you killed him, he couldn’t have anticipated Eleanor wasn’t in the company at all that afternoon.
All of a sudden, the gaze from the car burned scorching hot on his back, making his scalp tingle.
Aaron Chase, still holding on to some hope, requested Tilly to accompany him upstairs to confirm in person.
Cillian Grant watched him hurry upstairs, and then watched him come down, visibly flustered, with a fuller platinum bag in hand. His previously exhausted patience turned icy cold.
Aaron Chase got in the car and handed the bag to Cillian Grant.
He didn’t utter a word, Aaron Chase felt the air inside the car thinning.
"Miss Eleanor—" Aaron Chase gritted his teeth and reported with his head down, "isn’t in the company. I asked her team leader, after she left this morning, she never reappeared, nor did she apply for leave, the team leader tried contacting her several times face to face, but there was no answer."
The man delayed giving any instructions, Aaron Chase bracing himself, cautiously stole a glance.
Unexpectedly, their eyes met, and a spark of tension erupted in that instant.
Emotions surged violently.
Immediately, he appeared indifferent, "Go to The White Family."
The vehicle started, disappearing into the rain, while a figure sneaking from the lobby finished filming the last frame and stopped recording.
......
Eleanor left Soldane Province and had a hasty meal at a small eatery by the highway. Taking advantage of the sudden pause in rain around seven o’clock, she boarded a bus to Trilliant County.
Once on board, true to expectations, no identification was checked. Eleanor sighed in relief and sat on a window seat at the back of the bus.
The small screen near the back door was broadcasting South Province news.
"Breaking news, two hours ago the rainfall exceeded 30 millimeters, with wind force at level ten, affecting Xin Tai Road, People’s Road, and Central with severe road flooding and fallen tree branches. Relevant departments are working hard to restore order, and citizens traveling in the area are advised to take an alternate route."
Eleanor lowered her eyes; the storm and strong winds causing road congestion were eerily similar to the hurricane day four years ago.
The difference being, she didn’t escape then, but this time, she was already on her way.
Both times she was to be taken away by Damian Sinclair—
Eleanor took out the stack of papers again, unfolding them one by one, folding them over and over into paper cranes, placing them on her lap.
His words hit every mark, precise and insightful, but he forgot about Phoebe Grant.
Once it was confirmed she’d gone missing, what lengths would Cillian Grant go to search, Eleanor couldn’t say for sure.
But Phoebe Grant would definitely plow through everything around Damian Sinclair first.
The secretary handling her overseas procedures was merely an employee working for a paycheck.
Even if loyal, could withstand rounds of questioning. When Phoebe Grant, this guard dog, brings in Cillian Grant’s third eye for the second and third rounds, then what?
Eleanor was all too aware of Phoebe Grant’s neurotic tendencies in such matters, and how incredibly lethal they could be.
She was like a ninja boss, unexpectedly pulling at loose ends from unexpected places, delivering a fatal blow.
Eleanor really couldn’t afford to provoke her.
Moreover, since she’d decided to look forward, she might as well not involve Damian Sinclair, nor make him bear any risks for her.
This kind gesture could only be deeply appreciated in her heart.
The rain started again outside; the damp atmosphere mixed with the warmth inside the car felt stifling. Eleanor opened the packaging of a newly bought phone, inserted a pre-prepared SIM card, ignoring everything else, downloading a video app first thing.
Logging into Elaine White’s account, she saw a private video updated.
It was their prearranged way to relay the news after she’d left.
