“Tell me, what happened? Did you truly kill that director?" Selina inquired, her tone Laced with suspicion.

Eleanor averted her gaze, unable to meet Selina's penetrating stare.

“No, it was all my assistant's idea. I was under her spell too."

Selina's response dripped with derision.

“Oh, please, Eleanor. Are you trying to act innocent? Since when does an assistant boss around her employer?"

Eleanor remained silent, her expression pale and troubled. Observing her demeanor, Selina cautiously broached the subject.

“Why did you murder that director? Was it because he knew your secret?"

Eleanor's gaze lifted.

"Selina, that's not the main issue here. I implore you, please help me."

Leaning back in her chair, Selina let out a sigh.

“You've become a murderer now. How can I possibly assist you?"

“Go to Brian and plead on my behalf! You were his first love. If you ask him to help me, he will surely agree!"

“Why on earth should I go to Brian and plead on your behalf?" Selina questioned.

“We're family, Selina. We're cousins," Eleanor responded anxiously.

Selina replied sarcastically, “In this world, everyone looks out for themselves, Eleanor. Blood ties? They mean next to nothing. Why would I lift a finger for you?"

Eleanor retorted, "Is it fear that stops you, Selina? Brian's heart belongs to Rosalynn now. Your opinions hold no weight to him. Are you scared of feeling ashamed?"

“Hey!" Selina shot back, her face altering with anger.

“Eleanor, your attempts to rile me up won't work. If you're guilty of murder, you deserve the punishment. Just sit here and await your fate. Since we are relatives, I'll at least ensure your suffering is minimized before your sentence,"

Eleanor's heart raced as she saw Selina about to exit.

"Selina, will you help me or not? If you won't, I'LL expose Rosalynn's lineage. Then you won't stand a chance against her!"

This made Selina halt in her tracks, spinning around to face Eleanor.

"Are you threatening me?"