"You dare not admit it? What good thing were you doing with Mia Winslow in the office at noon, should I be explicit? Adrian Grant, we’re all adults here, have so decency, will you?"
Adrian Grant looked puzzled. "What?"
"Why were you changing clothes when I arrived?" Eleanor Winslow asked.
"After a workout at noon, shouldn’t I change?" Adrian Grant held Eleanor’s hand, placing it on his abs, "Don’t you like touching this?"
"Who likes that!" Eleanor recoiled as if shocked.
Even she didn’t know she had a habit of touching Adrian Grant’s abs after falling asleep.
Eleanor didn’t want to ask him anymore.
It was pointless, aningless.
He could lie all he wanted, who knew if he was telling the truth?
Besides, exercise? What kind of exercise? Bed exercise?
Just as Eleanor was about to speak, her body suddenly tensed up—
"Adrian Grant, this is the company!" Eleanor was startled, "We’re getting divorced!"
The tender mood from earlier vanished completely.
Adrian Grant turned cold, reverting back to the previous topic: "’Yao’ has already secured Mia Winslow, you can pick any other brand from Grant Group."
Eleanor pushed him away and stood up: "I don’t like it, stop disgusting !"
What she wanted wasn’t the endorsent of ’Yao’.
But rather, for Adrian Grant to choose her over Mia Winslow.
Too bad, he wouldn’t!
He wouldn’t before, he won’t now.
And he won’t in the future.
-
Adrian Grant’s ssage was conveyed quickly. Eleanor received a private notification from Albert Sawyer as soon as she returned to the eting room, appointing her as the exclusive liaison with Adrian Grant.
Albert Sawyer discreetly observed Eleanor.
No wonder he felt Adrian Grant’s attitude towards Eleanor wasn’t so simple, turns out he took a fancy to this pretty intern!
Eleanor angrily went to the restroom to wash her face with cold water, forcing herself to calm down.
"Eleanor, what’s wrong with the corner of your mouth?" Chloe Rhodes followed her into the restroom, looking at Eleanor’s reflection.
Only then did Eleanor feel so pain, it was from the intense kissing with Adrian Grant earlier, accidentally breaking the skin.
"Heat." Eleanor said blankly.
Chloe Rhodes crossed her arms and sneered: "Eleanor, who are you kidding? Don’t bla for not warning you, ssing around with clients during a project, be careful of being reported!"
"Lawyer Rhodes, you’re overthinking it." Eleanor turned and left, not wanting to say more to Chloe Rhodes.
Reported?
Could soone just co and report Adrian Grant for client-side sexual harassnt!
A fierce evening rainstorm ca.
Eleanor hadn’t brought an umbrella and stood under the Grant Group Building after work, shivering from the wind while trying to catch a cab.
An Audi A5 stopped in front of Eleanor.
The window rolled down, and the young man in the driver’s seat enthusiastically invited, "Junior Winslow, I’ll give you a ride!"
Sean Morgan, Eleanor’s senior by three years from Aethelgard University and now also on the Mayfield Tech project team.
Eleanor politely declined, "No, no! Senior, it’s easy for to get a cab."
"It’s hard to catch a cab at the mont, Junior, no need to be polite with !"
The Audi idled here for a mont, soon a black... Rolls-Royce stopped behind.
Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, her glance moved over and sure enough, as the passenger window rolled down, Charles Rhodes’ face appeared.
"Miss... Lawyer Winslow!" Charles nearly slipped, unsure if it was intentionally or unintentionally, "Please get in, I’ll give you a ride!"
The rear window remained closed, but Eleanor knew there was another man sitting in the back—Adrian Grant!
The Rolls-Royce attracted attention, soon those waiting for taxis nearby were looking over frequently, glancing back and forth between Eleanor and the two cars.
Without hesitation, Eleanor climbed into the Audi A5.
She certainly didn’t want to sit in Adrian Grant’s car!
Charles: "..." His smile visibly stiffened.
Through the rearview mirror, he noticed the man’s face in the back seat was shadowed, making it hard to discern any expression, but the low pressure around him made both Charles and the driver afraid to breathe.
"President Grant..." Charles apprehensively spoke.
"Who is that?" Adrian Grant asked.
"Judging by the car, it’s a colleague from their legal team nad Sean Morgan." Charles had an impression of him, as the legal director praised Sean’s ability several tis, also ntioning Sean stood out for his height, looks, and deanor.
Charles added, "Sean Morgan also graduated from the Aethelgard University Law School, he’s Mrs. Grant’s senior."
Adrian Grant accurately caught the keyword: "Senior?"
— "Not a new crush, liked for quite a while."
— "It’s a senior."
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