Chapter 3 - The Elegant Woman Reveals Her True Hidden Motive
Eleanor Vance stood beside the service elevator, her graceful demeanor masking a mind moving at lightning speed.
The young waiter boy sat trembling on a wooden crate, clutching his bruised cheek while a medic applied ice.
Eleanor dismissed the medical staff with a subtle wave of her hand, stepping closer to the frightened child.
“You can stop pretending to be just a common catering worker now, little one,” Eleanor said softly.
The boy looked up, his wide eyes flashing with a mixture of terror and fierce, defiant intelligence.
“I don't know what you’re talking about, ma'am; I just needed the money for tonight's shift,” he whispered hoarsely.
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Eleanor crouched down to his eye level, her diamond necklace catching the dim emergency lights of the corridor.
“That financier you spilled wine on is the exact man who stole your family’s corporate empire five years ago,” she revealed.
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