The black bodyguard finally sensed sothing amiss and asked, "Sir, who are you?"
Adrian Grant looked up, his gaze exceptionally cold: "My last na is Grant."
At this charity event held on a cruise in Los Angeles, there was only one Asian face with the last na Grant!
Adrian Grant asked, "Earlier, what did you intend to do to my wife?"
"W-Wife?" The black bodyguard’s face changed dramatically, only then realizing he had made a grave mistake by barking up the wrong tree earlier.
"Mr. Grant, I apologize greatly; this lady wanted to see our madam, but she wasn’t invited nor had an appointnt. After being refused by our madam, she seed unwilling to leave, so we..."
"Who is your madam?" Adrian Grant sneered, "Daring to shut the door on my wife?"
The Grant Family is a century-old family, with the true strength of the Grant Group going beyond its apparent influence.
The black bodyguard’s forehead broke into a cold sweat: "I apologize, we were unaware of Mrs. Grant’s identity earlier. How about I notify our madam again?"
Eleanor Winslow let him hold her, having not reacted earlier. It seed she finally ca back to her senses, raising her hand to gently pat Adrian Grant on the back.
"Ease up a bit, Adrian Grant."
The Eastern man, exuding an aura of territoriality, finally eased a little, letting go of the petite woman in his embrace, but his arms still kept her in his hold, displaying a protective stance.
"No need to notify." Eleanor looked at the black bodyguard, "I had no intention of not leaving, you misunderstood."
A look of surprise appeared in the black bodyguard’s eyes.
This beautiful Asian woman seed a bit aloof yet imposing, as if her previous persistence and agitation were rely illusions.
Adrian Grant looked down at Eleanor, but she kept her eyes lowered, concealing any emotions, only showing an intense coldness, as if she was suppressing her feelings.p>
The last ti Adrian Grant saw Eleanor like this was when he had just brought her out of the ntal hospital.
Surprised, he softly called her by her nickna: "Zia?"
Eleanor lifted her eyes to see the tension and worry in his gaze: "I’m alright."
She glanced at the tightly shut door and said to Adrian Grant, "Let’s go."
Since she was attending as Adrian Grant’s wife today, she couldn’t let herself be accused of ’lingering shalessly at soone else’s door’.
She couldn’t afford to lose face like that!
"What happened just now?" Adrian Grant asked.
"I saw soone who seed familiar. I must have been mistaken." Eleanor pressed her lips together, "I’m sorry for causing trouble, and possibly embarrassing you."
Adrian Grant found it montarily amusing, patting Eleanor’s head.
The sea breeze blew, rendering his profile indistinct under the neon lights.
"Mrs. Grant, no matter what you do, no one would dare say you’ve embarrassed yourself." He stated, "This is a place of fa and benefits; only those without a voice get outcast."
—Only a wife without favor is said to be embarrassing.
Soone saw Adrian Grant holding hands with a beautiful Asian woman as they returned to the main hall, and they ca over to greet them.
"Grant, you and your wife seem very close!" soone teased.
Adrian Grant nodded, "Yes."
Eleanor smiled outwardly but internally thought, "?"
What’s so good about it?
Indeed, no one asked Eleanor where she been, nor where Adrian found his wife, but one thing changed—
Guests who had previously ignored Eleanor, treating her as ornantation by Adrian Grant’s side, now continually approached ’Mrs. Grant’ to make conversation, clearly hoping to use her socializing to forge ties with Adrian Grant.
All this arose from Adrian Grant’s earlier attitude when searching for her, making these opportunistic people aware of Eleanor’s significance!
Eleanor handled these people with ease, while simultaneously participating in insincere chats and paying attention to whether anyone ntioned Zoe Nash.
Suddenly, a piece of soothing violin music resonated in the hall.
Eleanor instinctively turned to look—the spotlight illuminated a figure in blue on stage.
A tall woman with long hair down to her waist, resting a violin on her left shoulder and holding the bow in her right hand, swayed as she played, her blue shimring dress swaying.
The lighting was too bright for Eleanor to see her face, but her confident performance and vibrant movents exuded life and spirit, as if she were an elf.
Everyone stopped their conversations, watching the woman who seed to glow on stage.
Gradually, the curiosity in Eleanor’s eyes turned to shock, growing pale with each passing note.
"Eleanor, what’s wrong?" Adrian Grant was the first to notice Eleanor’s unease, bending down to check her expression.
Eleanor’s lips moved slightly, but she said nothing.
This lody... her mother had humd it to her!
Just then, the piece ended.
The woman on stage picked up the microphone and joyfully said, "When I turned ten, my mom gave this piece as a birthday gift. On this lovely night, I also want to gift it to everyone. I hope you all enjoy it, thank you!"
Eleanor’s pupils slightly quivered, as if affected, her body staggered, stepping back, only to be caught swiftly by Adrian Grant.
Adrian held her by the waist, supporting her, giving Eleanor’s hand a squeeze: "Eleanor?"
Eleanor’s voice trembled a bit as she asked, "Who is she?"
"Hmm?"
"Who is the person on stage?"
The lady standing nearby heard Eleanor’s question and enthusiastically introduced, "She’s called Cassie, a very talented violinist! Oh, and she has an Asian na, Zoe!"
Zoe.
"Zoe Nash?" Eleanor almost blurted the na out.
The enthusiastic lady nodded in surprise, "Yes, you know her too! She’s truly exceptional!"
Adrian Grant realized sothing and asked Eleanor, "Did you co here to see her?"
Without Eleanor’s response, Adrian Grant already knew the answer.
Yes.
Eleanor’s whole purpose of coming here was Zoe Nash!
Eleanor looked back at the stage, wanting to get a clear look at Zoe Nash, but the stage was already empty, and she had left.
Eleanor turned around in place, trying to find a glimpse of Zoe Nash but found nothing.
"Eleanor." Sensing Eleanor’s distress, Adrian Grant pulled her into his embrace, feeling her slight tremble, he frowned.
In a place open enough for people to kiss anyti, no one noticed the intimate hug between Eleanor and Adrian Grant.
"Adrian Grant." Eleanor finally spoke softly, "Did you just see her clearly?"
"Yes."
Adrian Grant knew this ’her’ referred to Zoe Nash.
Eleanor was uncertain if she had seen clearly: "I feel like... the lower half of her face looks quite similar to mine... what do you think?"
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