CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6: ELEANOR WINSLOW WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND HIS NECK

She saw the man’s eyebrows suddenly raise slightly, and he clicked his tongue: "Zia Winslow, with that temper of yours, you still want to be my lover?"

Before his words fell, the man had already walked out of the box.

Eleanor Winslow understood what he meant —

There are plenty of women who are scrambling to be his lover, one like her who isn’t obedient, he wouldn’t care for!

-

Adrian Grant returned to the original private room.

Lance Lowell immediately noticed a few faint finger marks on his brother’s handsome face, surprised, he lowered his voice to ask, "What happened to your face?"

Adrian Grant didn’t expect marks to be left on his face, nor did he feel embarrassed, he stated matter-of-factly without any expression: "Scratched by a cat."

"Is the cat’s last name Winslow?" Lance Lowell fearlessly laughed.

Adrian Grant shot him a sideways glance.

Lance Lowell shifted to a more comfortable position, leaned close to Adrian Grant, and whispered gossipy: "What are you thinking about Eleanor Winslow? Even if it’s just for fun, after playing for three years, the novelty should have worn off."

In the private room, the socialites were holding microphones and yelling, chugging wine bottles, and cozying up to their companions.

The dim lighting hid Adrian Grant’s expression.

He felt an inexplicable frustration burning inside and lit up another cigar.

So the novelty has worn off, huh?

No wonder she’s in such a hurry to get divorced!

Lance Lowell, having achieved nothing amusing, waved to the princess of the private room who was eagerly waiting not far away. The princess of the box ran over with a beaming smile.

Another beautiful woman with a great figure quickly sat beside Adrian Grant, rubbing against his strong arm, and sweetly cooed.

"President Grant..."

Adrian Grant turned his profile towards her, his gaze sizing her up.

Seeing this, the beauty thought she had a chance and happily raised her hand to reach over to the man —

"Get lost."

Adrian Grant’s voice was extremely cold.

The surrounding air chilled, and the pressure dropped.

"President Grant, I-I am clean..." The beauty’s hand froze halfway, scared and retreating to the side but unwilling, slightly bent over, showing temptingly, "Am I not pretty enough?"

The light shone over, and Adrian Grant had already shed the gentleman facade, his gaze cold enough as if to strip someone on the spot.

The beauty dared not speak further, looked helplessly towards Lance Lowell, hoping he’d speak kindly on her behalf.

Lance Lowell embraced the girl beside him, laughing charmingly but coldly, wagging his fingertips: "You are far inferior to his wife."

-

"How did the talk go? Adrian Grant didn’t do anything to you, right?" Blake Lockwood waited for Eleanor Winslow on the booth seating.

"No." Eleanor Winslow shook her head.

She even slapped him.

Who knows how he’d retaliate.

Blake Lockwood took out his phone, showing Eleanor Winslow a photo: "Eleanor, is this jade bead string your aunt’s? It’s an auction item at Kyodan Auction House next month."

In the photo was a string of imperial green jade beads, the color was pure, a rare item with high value but unavailable on the market.

This imperial green jade bead string was left by Eleanor Winslow’s grandmother, and was also Eleanor Winslow’s mother Melody Nash’s favorite piece during her lifetime.

The Winslow Family used nostalgia as an excuse to keep the heirlooms, but now the item appears at the auction house!

Eleanor Winslow was so angry her chest heaved.

She looked up at the second floor, her gaze determined.

She must have something to negotiate with the Winslow Family!

"Blake, can you go home first? I need to see Adrian Grant again."

-

The private room door was pushed open once more.

A woman with fair skin and extraordinary beauty in a long dress stood at the door, seemingly looking for someone.

"Eleanor Winslow?"

"Why is she here again?"

Before anyone reacted, Eleanor Winslow had already seen Adrian Grant in the middle of the sofa.

Eleanor Winslow strode over, with her purpose so obvious, it caused the seductive woman beside Adrian Grant to immediately stand up and defensively block Eleanor Winslow:

"Miss, what do you intend to do?"

Eleanor Winslow glanced at the other’s outfit, she looked nice, but the pretense of purity between her brows and eyes was indeed lacking.

Eleanor Winslow pointed at the man behind her, smiling slyly: "Miss, before you protect the food, please check whose bowl it belongs to."

"Who are you calling a dog!" The seductive woman squeaked angrily, unable to hold her tone.

Lance Lowell didn’t bother to conceal his laughter and laughed out loud.

Remaining silent would have been best, whoever answered was the dog, these big-breasted, brainless fools!

Adrian Grant leaned back against the chair, sitting lazily and regally, his elegant fingers twirled the whiskey glass in his hand, leisurely watching Eleanor Winslow.

Seeing his attitude, a few socialites began to speak with jeering comments:

"Oh! What wind has blown Miss Winslow here? Could she be here to supervise?"

"Honestly Eleanor Winslow, we are all respectable people, everyone knows how you married Adrian back then!"

"Eleanor Winslow, one must be content, don’t meddle in things you shouldn’t."

...

"Is supervision necessary at all?" Eleanor Winslow chuckled lightly, looking up and down at the seductive woman, "You folks introduce this kind of stuff to President Grant? She’s not even better than me, and you expect President Grant to be moved?"

What does it mean she’s not as good even as you?

Just to say, face and body, Eleanor Winslow was one of the top in the socialite circle!

A group of socialites were so annoyed they nearly couldn’t breathe.

Eleanor Winslow looked at Adrian Grant.

The man took a sip of wine, elegant and regal, appearing indifferent to whatever was happening, showing no intention of helping his wife at all.

Eleanor Winslow, driven by anger, pushed aside the seductive woman, walked around the coffee table; in a flash, she was already straddling Adrian Grant.

The snow-white satin long dress completely covered her legs, and due to her straddling movement, the waist-to-hip ratio was pinched to its extreme, making people’s blood boil.

Adrian Grant didn’t expect Eleanor Winslow, who was always reserved outside, to pull such a move, was taken aback, instinctively raised his hand to protect her waist from falling.

"You..."

What are you doing?

Adrian Grant hadn’t even finished asking when his body stiffened.

Eleanor Winslow was so close, almost nose to nose, the tips barely grazing, smiling with her brows arched.

Adrian Grant remained expressionless.

Adrian Grant’s face was stern like water.

The others could only see Eleanor Winslow straddling Adrian Grant, nothing else, but as they noticed Adrian’s complexion was off, they quieted down, looking at each other, not daring to speak.

Only Eleanor Winslow’s soft laughter echoed, she glanced sideways at the seductive woman and coyly commented: "I told you she couldn’t."

The seductive woman was red-faced with anger, only regretting that she hadn’t pushed forward earlier.

Adrian Grant lowly cursed ’Damn’, his voice slightly hoarse and unheard, coolly rebuked Eleanor Winslow: "Get down!"

Eleanor Winslow lifted a shin, realizing she was wearing high heels, shamelessly said: "My feet hurt."

Then in a soft voice, leaned into Adrian Grant’s ear with a laugh: "President Grant, like this... don’t you need me to cover for you?"

Adrian Grant didn’t want others to notice anything odd, didn’t grab her hand.

The man’s Adam’s apple moved, his tall figure abruptly stood up without warning, and stepped outside.

Eleanor Winslow was startled and cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck:

"Ah—Adrian Grant!"