Thrown under the bus. That's what Chanel Greene felt as Konstantin Ivanov sentenced her into using her poor life choices against herself.
She could hear every crack in her bone when it dawned on her how she looked like a pawn in the royals' chess game of shitting on each other's head.
Scanning the room, she took her grand time and thought of ways to see the end of the game. After all, a pawn was not just a pawn. It could be anything so long as it reached the other end of the board game.
Left with no choice, she forced herself to agree to the terms given to her, just like how she faced things that were beyond her control. And just like those times, she knew a window of opportunity would open for her soon. If not, she would build her own damn window. "You were my angel, Ms. Lin. Hmm. I think you still are even after this," Chanel Greene uttered whilst picking up the pen on the table.
