Watching all this, Cian Channing curled his lips in a satisfied, sinister smile.
She continued from what she just said: "…No matter who it is, even if it's you, trying to use me will come at a cost."
Eleanor Whittaker held her cup, frowning at him: "What are you talking about?"
Having already drunk the water, Cian Channing naturally didn't want to pretend anymore. She sneered: "Shouldn't you be very clear about what I'm saying, Eleanor Whittaker? You actually thought of using me to curry favor with Chuck and then return to your life of luxury again. You've played your cards well, but unfortunately, I'm no easy prey. If you want to step on me to regain your past glory, I won't let you have your way!"
"Are you crazy?" Eleanor Whittaker couldn't help but curse.
"Stop pretending, Faye told me everything." A hint of bloodthirsty chill gleamed in Cian Channing's eyes.
"What did Faye tell you? Have you been deceived by Chuck?" Eleanor Whittaker became slightly panicked.
