Watching Eleanor Bishop rise to leave, Jason Lockwood's eyes darkened. "Stop!" he commanded coldly.
At the sound of his voice, Eleanor Bishop shuddered, her grip on her handbag tightening.
Jason Lockwood's lips curled into a sneer. "Eleanor Bishop," he said coldly, "are you trying to defy my orders?"
Eleanor Bishop looked up, her eyes red, and shouted in a panic, "Jason Lockwood, I've already told you! I have no contact with Archie. I can't help you."
"Is that so? Eleanor Bishop, you can't possibly think that all the effort I've invested in you over the last two years was for nothing, can you?"
"Jason Lockwood, what on earth do you want?" Eleanor Bishop, on the verge of a breakdown, slammed her handbag onto the table.
Jason Lockwood paid no mind to Eleanor Bishop's attitude. He said coldly, "I've already told you. Tonight, I don't want Archie Lockwood going back to the Lockwood family home."
