"No, Gem didn't toy with you. It was you, always you, wishfully thinking all along. From the beginning, I said I didn't want you to save Gem, it was you who insisted, and you even drove Forsythia Brown away because of this…"
With a loud "slap," Tiffany Mamet struck Eleanor Spencer Atkinson across the face. The force was so strong that blood quickly flowed from Eleanor's mouth, tracing down her chin and dripping onto the luxurious carpet.
Tiffany Mamet's face contorted as she turned to the two bodyguards and ordered, "Follow the original plan."
"Yes, Miss."
Eleanor Spencer Atkinson was tied to the sofa, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the two bodyguards entered the kitchen and helplessly as they turned on the gas.
"What are you, what are you doing?" Eleanor asked frantically.
"You wanted to see my brother, right? I'll make it happen for you."
"What do you mean? How is Julius? What happened to him?" In her urgency, Eleanor completely forgot her own safety.