CHAPTER 779: CHAPTER 779: WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE SCISSORS?

In the room, Hugo Griffin lay with a satisfied look on his face, while Rosalie Ray leaned against his chest. She asked, "What do you plan to do now?"

They had just discussed the situation with Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner. Hugo sneered and said, "Alaric is severely poisoned, and Eleanor won’t live much longer. You don’t need to worry about them causing any stir."

Rosalie was not aware of Eleanor’s poisoning.

She curled her lips upon hearing this, "Poisoned? Eleanor Sterling is actually poisoned?"

"That’s right, a lot happened at the wedding banquet. I later found out that it’s Alaric’s nemesis who did it. In short, they’re now in dire straits, unable to fend for themselves."

Rosalie smiled contentedly, "I was worried before that Eleanor might affect Giselle, but now it seems we just have to wait for Eleanor to die, and we can be completely at ease."

"She won’t die just yet," Hugo said.

Rosalie’s expression turned grim, "What are you saying? Didn’t you say she’s poisoned? Why won’t she die?"

Hugo replied, "The Head of the Quincy Family, a master in poison making, is staying at the Keating Family’s residence, along with Pharmacist Clara Thornton. I also saw two elders.

After inquiring, I found out one is Elder Sawyer, a Chinese medicine expert, and the other is Brian Zane, a surgical master.

With so many people helping, do you think Eleanor will die that easily? Even if she’s hanging by a thread, they won’t let her die."

Rosalie frowned, anxiously asking, "What should we do then? Are we just going to let her be so arrogant? Giselle will get kicked out by her, and by then our daughter will be out on the streets."

Hugo’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes flashing with a cold and sinister arc. He said, "Since we can’t deal with Eleanor directly for now, we can target the people around her.

If we slowly dismantle the people close to her, stripping her of her support, are you still afraid Eleanor will survive?"

Rosalie laughed softly, her slender hands caressing Hugo’s chest, "You always have great ideas. I’ll listen to you. So, where do we start?"

Hugo snorted coldly, "Of course, we start with the weakest. I heard Clara Thornton spends most of her time in the lab and isn’t skilled in anything else. We’ll start with her!"

"Alright, let me know if you need my help."

Hugo’s gaze lingered on Rosalie’s body as he coldly laughed, "Of course I need your help."

After he said this, a new round of battle began.

After being suppressed for so long, he couldn’t be easily satisfied now.

...

The next day.

Eleanor Sterling opened her eyes and found Alaric Faulkner was gone. She immediately sat up in a panic.

Last night, she didn’t sleep well, dreaming most of the time that Alaric and Giselle Keating were getting married, and no matter how hard she tried to interfere, they kept moving forward with determination.

Now, waking up from the dream, recalling it, and not seeing Alaric made her heart panic and become chaotic.

Eleanor gritted her teeth and immediately got out of bed.

Damn Alaric, the cruel man! He clearly said yesterday that they would wait for the poison to take effect together, yet he turned around and went to Giselle.

She was going to castrate him!

Eleanor grabbed a pair of scissors at random and went downstairs with overwhelming anger on her face.

Unexpectedly, after going downstairs, she saw Alaric wearing an apron, standing in the kitchen, seemingly studying something.

Upon hearing the noise, Alaric turned around. Seeing Eleanor holding scissors, her hair disheveled, her eyes somewhat dazed, he wordlessly frowned.

"Eleanor, what are you doing with scissors?"