The blonde beauty left with a face that said, ’You’re really good at lying through your teeth.’
Eleanor Winslow handed the phone to Adrian Grant and walked back.
"Aren’t you going to ask who that was?"
Adrian Grant, with his height and long legs, could easily match Eleanor’s pace even if she started walking a few steps ahead.
"Not interested."
Adrian’s expression turned cold for a mont, but he quickly sensed that sothing was off with Eleanor’s mood and asked, "What happened?"
Eleanor’s mind revisited the phrase ’stay away from her,’ and her fingers unconsciously curled at her side.
Adrian blocked Eleanor’s path, asking while observing her reaction, "Hmm? Did soone bully you? Or did you see soone? Did you see Zoe Nash?"
Upon hearing ’Zoe Nash,’ Eleanor looked at him.
Adrian said, "Zia, tell what happened. I can help you."
Just then, Eleanor’s phone rang.
The call was from Jeanette Grant.
"Sister-in-law, where are you? Soone’s bullying Blake Lockwood!" Jeanette began with a complaint.
Adrian didn’t know what was said on the other end but saw Eleanor’s face imdiately change.
Given Eleanor’s understanding of Jeanette, if it weren’t an ergency, the girl would probably start with ’Transfer xx thousand, and I’ll give you an exclusive scoop.’
"What happened? How’s Blake now?"
"I heard Blake Lockwood wants a divorce, and as a result, he’s being bullied by both the Hawthorne and Lockwood families. Anyway... anyway, it seems like he’s hospitalized."
Eleanor’s face changed suddenly, regretting this outing.
"Jeanette, I’m abroad. I can return the day after tomorrow at the earliest. Could you please take care of her? You can make any requests; we’ll trade equally."
"Sure, sure!" Jeanette agreed without hesitation.
Adrian caught the keyword: Blake Lockwood.
After Eleanor hung up the phone, Adrian deliberately spoke, as if baiting a small animal, "Not going to ask for help? Zia, Blake Lockwood should be more important to you than I am."
So, there’s no need to wrong your friend just to avoid , right?
...
Adrian called Charles Rhodes, asking him to find out what had happened to Blake Lockwood recently while also arranging for soone to look after Blake in the hospital.
In the Aethelgard circle, the only one willing to go against the Hawthorne family was Adrian Grant.
Minutes later, Adrian received a ssage from Jeanette: [Transfer 300,000, and I’ll convince Eleanor to go on a date with you once!]
Adrian put away his phone and said to Eleanor beside him, "It’s arranged. You should get so rest."
There were still a few hours before dawn, and the cruise ship would dock at daybreak.
"Thank you, Adrian Grant." Eleanor gazed at the pitch-black sea, unable to sleep.
Adrian chuckled softly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Eleanor, you weren’t always this polite to before."
"It’s different now, isn’t it?"
Adrian’s expression cooled down: "You still want a divorce?"
Eleanor nodded.
Very determined.
"Adrian Grant, you know, from the very start, being together was a mistake."
...
The moon was bright, and the stars sparse, making for good weather.
Unfortunately, Eleanor wasn’t in a good mood.
Nothing about this Los Angeles trip had gone smoothly.
The cruise ship docked.
Eleanor ran into Zoe Nash again at the port.
"Miss Winslow, aren’t you going to stay a day longer?" Zoe Nash enthusiastically invited her.
Eleanor politely declined, wanting nothing more than to head straight to the airport.
She and Zoe didn’t share the kind of friendship that involved hanging out privately!
Suddenly, Zoe saw soone and waved joyfully, "Daddy!"
A tall and slender middle-aged man approached, with handso, Asian-leaning features, giving Zoe a cheek kiss, exuding an inherent European gentlemanly vibe.
As Eleanor was about to leave, the middle-aged man recognized Adrian and greeted him, "Mr. Grant, I’ve long admired your na, I’m Daniel!"
Eleanor froze, staring in shock at the man.
The Asian frequently appearing in Hongkong, always seen with her mother, was called Daniel!
"Hello." Adrian nodded politely, "Sorry, my wife and I have urgent matters, we’ll be on our way."
Having said that, he stopped the stunned Eleanor and got directly into the car.
All the way, the nas Daniel, Zoe Nash, and lody Nash kept swirling in Eleanor’s mind, haunting her like a spell.
A private plane flew directly to Aethelgard.
Finally, Eleanor spoke up willingly: "Adrian, do you know anything about Zoe Nash, or that Daniel?"
Before Adrian could answer, Eleanor turned her gaze from the sunblock-closed window to him: "You know him."
Because when Adrian t Daniel earlier, his lack of any surprise indicated that he already knew or had investigated.
"Daniel is a wealthy Spanish-Chinese businessman, father to Zoe Nash. No one knows who his wife is, as she’s never been publicly identified. From Zoe’s na, it’s rumored she’s of Chinese descent with the surna Nash."
"I t a woman on the ship today; she should be Zoe’s... mother." Eleanor said ’mother’ awkwardly, as if unwilling to acknowledge the title.
Adrian crouched in front of Eleanor, making his gaze, deep enough to drown in, equal to hers.
"Do you want to see her? Zia."
Eleanor knew he was asking if she wanted to et that mother of Zoe Nash’s.
"Adrian," Eleanor t his gaze without flinching and asked, "I’ve already said I want a divorce, yet you do all this for . Isn’t that a bit uneconomical?"
"Want to see her?" Adrian seed to ignore her words, repeating his question.
Economical?
Back then, she was willing to leave with nothing to get a divorce. What was economical then?
Eleanor’s lashes fluttered slightly, an internal struggle raging.
A minute later, she shook her head.
That woman didn’t want to et her; that woman wanted Zoe Nash to stay away from her.
-
As soon as the plane landed, Eleanor headed straight to the hospital, finding Blake Lockwood in obstetrics and gynecology.
—Blake Lockwood was pregnant.
Outside the hospital room, layers of bodyguards guarded the door, with Trevor Hawthorne attempting to enter but being stopped by guards.
"President Grant, Mrs. Grant," the bodyguards respectfully addressed Adrian and Eleanor as they arrived.
Trevor Hawthorne’s expression was unpleasant: "Since when did the Grant family start ddling in Hawthorne family affairs?"
Adrian shrugged, having no hesitation in betraying this forr ’ally.’
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