CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: WHO IS MY FATHER?

Eleanor Sterling opened the door and saw Estelle Sterling sitting obediently in the living room watching cartoons.

She squinted suspiciously, is this kid actually being so well-behaved?

"Sister Eleanor, you’re back."

Estelle jumped off the sofa and thoughtfully took her slippers and placed them in front of her.

Eleanor put on the slippers, walked over to sit down, took out her phone and tossed it to Estelle, "I’m too lazy to cook today, order takeout. You pick."

"Okay." Estelle obediently took the phone to order food.

Eleanor glanced at him, a hint of softness flickered in her eyes, when Estelle wasn’t wreaking havoc, he was pretty good.

Actually, seven years ago, she didn’t suffer much, at least she had Estelle Sterling, and now he’s been raised well.

Estelle was creeped out by Eleanor Sterling’s gaze, quickly touched his chin, and said, "Sister Eleanor, even though I know I’m handsome, you don’t have to stare at me like that."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Get lost!"

She snorted, "If your sister were alive, she definitely wouldn’t be annoying me every other day like you do."

Back then, Eleanor gave birth to two children, and one was killed by Faye Sterling, something never hidden from Estelle Sterling, who knew from a young age his enemy was Faye Sterling.

Estelle put his hands on his hips, "You heartless, if I hadn’t gotten money for you, where would you get the funds for all those things."

Upon hearing this, a hint of softness flickered in Eleanor’s eyes.

Estelle matured early; years ago they were indeed more challenging, but those days are over, things are different now.

"Sister Eleanor, let’s go to President Warren’s old man’s house and extort some money. In any case, I’ve carried his son’s reputation for several years."

After listening, Eleanor simply ignored him.

"Hasn’t it already been verified? That old man isn’t your father, I even dug up his grave, the DNA didn’t match yours, trying to extort the Warren family isn’t a risk you’re afraid to take?"

Estelle pouted, "Hasn’t he kicked the bucket? Who would know?"

Eleanor snorted, "No wall in the world is impenetrable; I advise you to give up on this idea."

Estelle asked, "Then who is my father?"

"Don’t know." Eleanor shook her head, "Anyway, it’s not your first day without a dad, haven’t you gotten used to it?"

Actually, Eleanor intended to lighten the mood with this casual tone to prevent the topic from being awkward.

Though Estelle was mischievous, he never caused trouble regarding matters of his father.

Eleanor didn’t know if, deep down, he was hoping for the emergence of a father figure.

"That’s true." Estelle nodded.

Regardless, having or not having a father made no difference to him, he could find ways to make money to support himself and Eleanor.

If worse comes to worst, he could find a good target.

Just then the doorbell rang; the takeout arrived.

Eleanor went over, opened the door and grabbed the meal, walked into the kitchen and unpacked it, transferring the food to nicer dishes.

Estelle’s eyes shifted slightly, picked up his cell phone, and sent Alaric Faulkner a message.

[Sister Eleanor’s WeChat and other contact details, selling price one thousand yuan, fair deal for all.]

Inside the Faulkner family study.

Alaric Faulkner received Estelle Sterling’s message, his eyes narrowed, Estelle had just asked him for five million during the day.

Is he really that short of money?

Alaric Faulkner wasn’t accustomed to using these social apps; he immediately registered one and transferred one thousand yuan to Estelle.

Soon, Eleanor’s WeChat was sent over, along with her number and other information.

Alaric clicked to add, and on the other end, it was quickly accepted.

If it were Eleanor Sterling herself, she would never agree to add, but Alaric knew Estelle helped, so he fulfilled his request without a word.

He checked Eleanor’s moments for a glimpse; they contained little information, just a few competition photos.

Among them, a scholarly, handsome man stood beside Eleanor with a faint smile.

His eyes flickered with darkness; is this the pursuer of Eleanor Sterling as Estelle mentioned?