The others keenly noticed this word. It seemed as if Eleanor Winslow was just a spoiled little girl throwing a tantrum. Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor and helplessly added, "My wife is having a spat with me." This clearly looked like a husband deeply doting on his beloved wife! Who the hell is having a spat with you? In the past, there were many rumors about Mia Winslow and Adrian Grant being childhood friends with a close bond. Many speculated that they were a couple, and Mia herself never denied it. No one had expected the original Miss Winslow family member to be Adrian Grant’s wife! "Wow, truly like mother, like daughter. The daughter of a mistress also loves being a mistress!" someone in the crowd jeered. Mia’s face turned blue then white, then white again, gritting her teeth as she looked at Eleanor: "Eleanor, you did this on purpose!" She suddenly seemed to recall something, and a look of disgust appeared in her eyes: "Eleanor, you’re not surprised at all to hear this news. Did you deliberately set this up? You not only want to destroy me but also want to destroy this family!" "This family?" Eleanor found these three words laughable, "Mia Winslow, from the day you and your mother came into the house, that was your family, not mine! I haven’t even blamed you and your mother for deceiving me for years, and here you are turning it around! If you’re really so righteous, why not go do a paternity test now, and show everyone the test that proves no blood relation!" Mia’s face relaxed slightly. Yes! Even though she’s Eugene Winslow’s biological daughter, paternity tests can be faked. When the time comes, she can throw out the test, and everyone will have to shut up! However, in the next second, Eleanor suddenly smiled and added, "But what if you tamper with the paternity test? Why not take it to court, let them take samples and conduct the test, then no one can doubt the authenticity of the results." Only then did Mia realize that Eleanor had been playing with her earlier, deliberately giving her hope, then ruthlessly crushing her and her hope into the ground! The TV station leader arrived upon hearing the commotion. Mia quickly adjusted her expression: "Leader, I have prepared for this interview for a long time, and I even managed to invite President Grant. I am confident I can complete this assignment perfectly." Adrian Grant was a leader in the capital circle and one of the top figures among the younger generation. She would likely struggle to gain resources from Adrian Grant in the future; this was her last chance to climb up by utilizing Adrian Grant, and she could not let it slip by easily! The TV station leader didn’t dare offend Adrian Grant and followed Adrian Grant’s lead: "President Grant, what do you think about today’s interview—" Adrian Grant didn’t say anything, instead looking at Eleanor. "Why look at me? Do I have the final say?" Eleanor casually remarked in a spoiled, rich girl tone, "Then let’s replace the host and give some opportunities to the capable ones." With one sentence, she both denied Mia’s chance for an interview today and discredited Mia’s abilities, subtly implying she was not one of the ’capable ones.’ Without giving Mia a chance to speak, the leader directly appointed another host. Adrian Grant was naturally handsome, and his suits were all custom-made, so he didn’t need much in the way of styling; the stylist just ran their hands through his hair, and he looked even more like a fierce business elite amidst his affluence. The new host was a pretty woman under thirty named Wendy Vance, majoring in broadcasting and hosting in college. After graduation, lacking resources, she transitioned to the financial channel doing editorial and interview work, so today this was quite fitting. Adrian Grant familiarized himself with the interview draft with Wendy Vance’s assistance. Eleanor sat in the lounge reading her Ph.D. interview notes when a chilling voice suddenly appeared: "When did you know? Eleanor, this whole thing is your plot." Eleanor looked up, seeing Mia Winslow full of disgust. After Eleanor uttered those four words, Mia showed a ’just as I thought’ expression. Eleanor then smiled and added, "And what if it’s not?" She wouldn’t leave herself open to attack. "You!" Mia pointed at Eleanor’s nose, recalling the voice recorder in her pocket, then laughed angrily, "Sharp tongue, I really misjudged you before!" "What are you doing?" Adrian Grant, who had arrived without them realizing it, was now beside Eleanor, clearly placing her in his protective sphere. Mia didn’t know whether to sneer or feel sad: "Are you so worried I’ll hurt her? Adrian, we’ve known each other for years, is this how you think of me?" Adrian Grant asked in return, "Have you done anything less?" Mia also retorted, "And you? Have you done less?" In an instant, the atmosphere solidified, silent and terrifying. Adrian Grant’s face immediately turned cold, his gaze emanating a frigid chill. The abruptly lowered atmosphere pressure caused the staff nearby to unconsciously stop moving, afraid to act rashly. Mia took a step back, making it easier to meet Adrian Grant’s eyes. She recklessly and cruelly reminded him, "Adrian, who was it that caused Eleanor’s hands to be burned? And who rejected her call, almost letting her die from excessive bleeding? In the past three years, have your heartbreaks and harm towards her been less?" The people in the studio looked at each other in disbelief. President Grant and Miss Winslow appeared to be quite loving, yet, there were these things? These matters were... infuriating just hearing about them! Wendy Vance, who had come to confirm the interview process with Adrian Grant, halted in her tracks, looking at Adrian Grant with more disdain in her eyes. Adrian Grant stood his ground without moving, his gaze fixed on Mia, unable to refute a single word. Because every word Mia said was true. Even if these events weren’t his intention, the injuries he caused Eleanor were undeniable. His heart felt like it was being sliced endlessly by a poisoned knife. The pain was overwhelming, suffocating. "Are you done?" Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Finally, a cool female voice broke the eerie silence. Eleanor sat lazily on the sofa, her expression still relaxed, as if the matters Mia discussed had nothing to do with her. Dozens of eyes turned to Eleanor. Eleanor calmly said, "Unrelated personnel, please leave the filming site." The unrelated personnel was none other than Mia, who was neither a host nor a staff member. Mia was furious, her face turning blue: "Eleanor, you’re protecting Adrian Grant so much, you’re a born lick—" Before the word ’dog’ could leave her mouth, Eleanor suddenly stood up and raised her hand: A crisp slap landed firmly on Mia’s face. Everyone stood dumbfounded, never expecting the gentle-looking Miss Winslow to give such a decisive slap. Eleanor, with a blank face and full of momentum, seemed entirely different from the gentle university student nestled on the sofa moments earlier. "Do you have the right to comment on my affairs? Why not go home and think about how to argue against your illegitimate child’s status!"