In her room upstairs, Eleanor urged Elvis to tell him what he had come up with.
Elvis did not waste any time either as he outrightly said, "I think we will need Aunt Lauren to achieve our plan."
"What are you saying?" Eleanor's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Don't you know that once aunt Lauren knows about our plan, it is as good as telling mom everything?" She hissed and went back to brushing her doll's hair on the bed. "I thought you had come up with a better strategy."
"Hear me out first. I don't know why you are always eager to jump to conclusions," Elvis scolded disapprovingly.
"But you know they don't keep things from each other, remember?" Eleanor pointed out almost immediately.
"I know that. We will not let her in on the plan, but if she eventually finds out that we are using her, I will make her an irresistible offer."
"What's the offer?"
