Eleanor, clad in a loose shirt and pants, emerged from her bedroom.
A chill settled in her chest as she saw Asher toying with Frank's business card. Asher looked detached but cruel.
Seeing Eleanor coming out, Asher asked sharply, "Henry gave it to you?"
Eleanor paused but kept silent.
However, her silence had told Asher the answer.
Asher sneered as he crumpled the card and tossed it into the wastebasket. "Eleanor, I suggest you banish any inappropriate thoughts. The consequences wouldn't be pleasant."
Eleanor smiled mockingly and replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Anderson. As long as you are not tired of me, such thoughts won't even cross my mind."
Her sardonic words stung Asher, whose jaw tightened. His gaze was cold as he absorbed the blow.
"Anything else, Mr. Anderson?"
Taking a seat
