Not long after Alaric Faulkner left, Giselle Keating emerged from the corner with a dark expression.
She had seen the whole scene of the two of them messing around at the restroom door, and then they actually went in together.
They stayed inside for so long, it goes without saying what they did.
Thinking of how Ronan Keating scolded her earlier, Giselle felt aggrieved again.
She stepped into the restroom.
At that moment, Eleanor Sterling was washing her hands. She saw Giselle enter and glanced at her without saying a word.
Giselle stood there, gazing at Eleanor with a lingering resentment and jealousy in her eyes.
Eleanor knew Giselle was watching her, but she didn’t care much. This woman just got a slap in the face, so she must be feeling unbalanced.
Too bad a look can’t kill, so Giselle could only simmer with hatred.
After washing her hands, Eleanor turned to leave, and Giselle extended a leg trying to trip her.
There was a vicious gleam in her eyes.
Giselle snorted lightly in her heart: Hmph, falling would be perfect!
She still held a phone in her hand, seemingly ready to take embarrassing photos of Eleanor after she fell.
Even if she couldn’t do anything to her, it would relieve the pent-up anger of the day.
Eleanor had long known Giselle was waiting maliciously here. She smirked coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
Passing by Giselle’s leg, Eleanor suddenly stopped, bent down, and yanked Giselle’s leg hard.
Giselle, lacking flexibility, was pulled into a split, her face contorted painfully, screaming repeatedly.
With smug composure, Eleanor looked at her and asked with a smile, "Miss Keating, are you alright? Do you need help getting up?"
Saying this, Eleanor reached out to pull her up.
Giselle, too pained to stand on her own, grabbed her hand to get up. Official source is novᴇlfire.net
Unexpectedly, Eleanor let go halfway, making Giselle fall back down.
"Oops, sorry, my grip is too weak." Eleanor smiled slyly.
Though apologizing verbally, her face showed nothing but gloating, without a shred of remorse.
Tears welled in Giselle’s eyes. She no longer wanted Eleanor’s help, just glared coldly at her.
"I see Miss Keating doesn’t really need help, so I’ll be heading off."
After saying this, Eleanor left elegantly.
Watching Eleanor’s departing figure, Giselle gritted her teeth.
Damn Eleanor Sterling!
She will definitely pay for this.
Eleanor walked toward the banquet hall, and while passing through the corridor, suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
She frowned, a little uneasy.
Since being kidnapped by Fenrir last time, she had been somewhat paranoid, always fearing persecution.
She stopped and glanced back, indeed seeing two tall men in suits, foreigners, following her.
Seeing Eleanor turn, they didn’t bother disguising, coming forward to surround her.
Eleanor cursed these men’s ancestors eighteen generations back in her mind.
A woman’s sixth sense is never wrong!
They really came for her.
Fighting two against one is not the best choice, and with everyone attending the banquet now, no one or would pass by.
"Come with us." The two men spoke no more nonsense, directly advancing and speaking in English.
"What... what are you saying?" Eleanor pretended not to understand, her face showing a flicker of panic to confuse the two.