Liliana arrived at the Prescott estate.
She rushed over to Eleanor, but the old woman's face was terrifyingly dark, radiating a lethal fury. Before Liliana could even get a word out, a venomous snarl cut her off.
"Instead of planning your damn wedding with the Whitmans, what are you doing buzzing around here?"
Liliana shrank back in fear but pushed through her hesitation. "Grandma..."
"Hmph," Eleanor interrupted with a vicious scoff, her cloudy eyes brimming with pure malice.
"Who the hell are you calling Grandma? We aren't blood. You're nothing but the filthy bastard of my former chauffeur. Don't waltz in here acting like you belong. If you can't lock down the Whitman boy, then get the hell out of my sight before you humiliate me further!"
The butler standing nearby sighed softly. "Please, ma'am, calm down. Your health comes first."
"How can I calm down?" Eleanor hissed through gritted teeth. "I finally secured an investment I actually enjoyed, and it was just blown to dust!"
She had just received the catastrophic news from overseas.
"At least it happened in the middle of the night. No workers were harmed," the butler offered.
Eleanor narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Who do you think had the audacity to do this?"
"If I had to guess, it was Quentin," the butler replied smoothly. "He has strong ties with the syndicates in that region."
The two conversed as if Liliana wasn't even in the room.
It was obvious the old crone was lashing out over a massive financial blow. Realizing the timing was disastrous, Liliana decided to slip away quietly.
The old bitch didn't even view her as human, let alone an ally. There was no way Eleanor would help her destroy Madeline right now.
Over the years, Grant Lansbury had whispered rumors to Liliana.
He claimed Eleanor's venomous civil war with Quentin stemmed from a deeply buried secret: she had a hidden illegitimate son. Liliana had never known if it was true.
Grant's story was wildly detailed. He claimed Eleanor had hired a surrogate in her twilight years, selecting top-tier DNA to produce an heir. To cover up the scandal, the boy was raised in the shadows under a false identity. She had eventually positioned him as a distant branch of the family, giving him the name Quincy Zale Prescott.
In reality, Quincy didn't share a drop of Prescott blood.
Yet, Eleanor's obsession with using Quincy to permanently dethrone Quentin had only grown more deranged.
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Several days later, Madeline received a call from an unknown number.

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