Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 98: Unless You Kill Her

She steadied herself and said, "I’m preparing a gift outside."

This was too vague; it still seemed perfunctory. Only by being specific and detailed, like a well-crafted empty fort strategy, could she deceive people.

Eleanor said earnestly, "Within two hundred thousand, what do you like? I’ve given ties and shirts before. A watch at this price wouldn’t suit you. A wallet? With mobile payments now, you probably won’t need it."

Cillian Grant noticeably froze while looking at his phone, his rigid posture showing a hint of being caught off guard.

Liam Xavier raised his hand to stop the secretary’s report, observed for a few seconds, and couldn’t help but ask, "Did something big happen? Is the Sinclair not helping anymore? Or did the bank’s funds not get approved?"

Cillian Grant didn’t answer him. He got up and walked out of the meeting room, sending a video to Eleanor.

Eleanor declined immediately.

Cillian Grant sent a message, "Why aren’t you answering? Let me see you."

Eleanor’s palms were sweaty; there were only words, no tone. She couldn’t discern whether Cillian Grant was suspicious, and the possibility was high.

Because Cillian Grant didn’t like video calls.

In the past, when Eleanor needed something and called via video, he always refused, only accepting her requests face-to-face.

His assistant, Damon Sharp, said that videos were informal, and Eleanor understood that it was because he felt she wasn’t being respectful enough in her requests.

"I’m waiting for your answer, what do you like?"

Her back was straight; she stared at the screen without blinking.

"A ring."

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief; the topic being led meant the suspicion wasn’t huge.

She could still save this.

"Got it, I’ll think about it."

The message went out. After waiting for five minutes, Cillian Grant didn’t reply.

Eleanor’s shoulders relaxed.

Very good.

She successfully bought herself more time.

............

Meanwhile.

Cillian Grant received a call from Mr. Grant, "Come back; I have something to discuss with you."

He refused, "Tomorrow, I have plans tonight as well."

Mr. Grant said, "Liam Xavier’s uncle has come to Soldane Province. Weigh the importance yourself."

The call ended.

Secretary Rhodes still looked worried, "The eldest young master distinguishes clearly between public and private, but today is his birthday. Will he come back?"

"Will he or won’t he —" Mr. Grant said confidently, "You’ll find out soon enough."

The tablet in Secretary Rhodes’ hand dinged with a notification. He frowned and swiped a few times, exclaiming, "Director Grant, Miss Eleanor has set out to sea. She’s really leaving."

Mr. Grant reached out for the tablet, but Secretary Rhodes went around the desk and bowed to show him the location map, "Should we stop her?"

"No." Mr. Grant waved the tablet aside, "Help her hide the customs information about her departing on a fishing boat."

Secretary Rhodes was even more surprised, "You’re going to let her go?"

Mr. Grant smiled meaningfully, "Why not?"

Men take initiative, women are passive; the key has never been with the passive party. Acting aggressively against Eleanor would only strengthen Cillian’s feelings for her.

After all, men inherently love being saviors, especially when it comes to their beloved.

So from the moment he was suspicious, he never planned to follow Mrs. Grant’s forceful path of appeasement, then sending away, and finally destruction.

Such a path only works on those dependent on the family, weaklings constrained by the family. With Cillian, one must be gentle.

Secretary Rhodes, who had been with Mr. Grant for twenty years, could sense most of Mr. Grant’s thoughts.

"Then isn’t our previous setup against Miss Eleanor wasted?"

"If it’s wasted, so be it. David Rhodes, let me remind you again. If she stays in The Grant Family and becomes like that clinging vine of a woman from The Xavier Family, only passively enduring and following arrangements, then her end would be no different from that woman’s.

Mr. Grant’s voice was chilly, carrying a cold-blooded chill. "I won’t let her go, and Grace definitely won’t. But she’s resilient and strong enough to save herself; the situation is different then."

"For the stubborn ones who won’t yield, you mustn’t push them too far unless you’re willing to kill her and stain your hands with blood. Otherwise, you’d only end up creating an enemy privy to your deepest secrets."

Secretary Rhodes understood.

A servant’s voice came from downstairs, "You’re back."

"Hmm." Cillian Grant’s voice was cold, "Don’t prepare anything; I’ll be leaving shortly."

Mr. Grant signaled Secretary Rhodes, "Inform the Xaviers; make sure they arrive within half an hour. Cause a commotion and hold him up tonight."