The black bodyguard finally sensed something amiss and asked, "Sir, who are you?" Adrian Grant looked up, his gaze exceptionally cold: "My last name is Grant." Content orıginally comes from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 At this charity event held on a cruise in Los Angeles, there was only one Asian face with the last name Grant! Adrian Grant asked, "Earlier, what did you intend to do to my wife?" "W-Wife?" The black bodyguard’s face changed dramatically, only then realizing he had made a grave mistake by barking up the wrong tree earlier. "Mr. Grant, I apologize greatly; this lady wanted to see our madam, but she wasn’t invited nor had an appointment. After being refused by our madam, she seemed unwilling to leave, so we..." "Who is your madam?" Adrian Grant sneered, "Daring to shut the door on my wife?" The Grant Family is a century-old family, with the true strength of the Grant Group going beyond its apparent influence. The black bodyguard’s forehead broke into a cold sweat: "I apologize, we were unaware of Mrs. Grant’s identity earlier. How about I notify our madam again?" Eleanor Winslow let him hold her, having not reacted earlier. It seemed she finally came back to her senses, raising her hand to gently pat Adrian Grant on the back. "Ease up a bit, Adrian Grant." The Eastern man, exuding an aura of territoriality, finally eased a little, letting go of the petite woman in his embrace, but his arms still kept her in his hold, displaying a protective stance. "No need to notify." Eleanor looked at the black bodyguard, "I had no intention of not leaving, you misunderstood." A look of surprise appeared in the black bodyguard’s eyes. This beautiful Asian woman seemed a bit aloof yet imposing, as if her previous persistence and agitation were merely illusions. Adrian Grant looked down at Eleanor, but she kept her eyes lowered, concealing any emotions, only showing an intense coldness, as if she was suppressing her feelings.p> The last time Adrian Grant saw Eleanor was when he had just brought her out of the mental hospital. Surprised, he softly called her by her nickname: "Zia?" Eleanor lifted her eyes to see the tension and worry in his gaze: "I’m alright." She glanced at the tightly shut door and said to Adrian Grant, "Let’s go." Since she was attending as Adrian Grant’s wife today, she couldn’t let herself be accused of ’lingering shamelessly at someone else’s door’. She couldn’t afford to lose face like that! "What happened just now?" Adrian Grant asked. "I saw someone who seemed familiar. I must have been mistaken." Eleanor pressed her lips together, "I’m sorry for causing trouble, and possibly embarrassing you." Adrian Grant found it momentarily amusing, patting Eleanor’s head. The sea breeze blew, rendering his profile indistinct under the neon lights. "Mrs. Grant, no matter what you do, no one would dare say you’ve embarrassed yourself." He stated, "This is a place of fame and benefits; only those without a voice get outcast." —Only a wife without favor is said to be embarrassing. Someone saw Adrian Grant holding hands with a beautiful Asian woman as they returned to the main hall, and they came over to greet them. "Grant, you and your wife seem very close!" someone teased. Adrian Grant nodded, "Yes." Eleanor smiled outwardly but internally thought, "?" What’s so good about it? Indeed, no one asked Eleanor where she been, nor where Adrian found his wife, but one thing changed— Guests who had previously ignored Eleanor, treating her as ornamentation by Adrian Grant’s side, now continually approached ’Mrs. Grant’ to make conversation, clearly hoping to use her socializing to forge ties with Adrian Grant. All this arose from Adrian Grant’s earlier attitude when searching for her, making these opportunistic people aware of Eleanor’s significance! Eleanor handled these people with ease, while simultaneously participating in insincere chats and paying attention to whether anyone mentioned Zoe Nash. Suddenly, a piece of soothing violin music resonated in the hall. Eleanor instinctively turned to look—the spotlight illuminated a figure in blue on stage. A tall woman with long hair down to her waist, resting a violin on her left shoulder and holding the bow in her right hand, swayed as she played, her blue shimmering dress swaying. The lighting was too bright for Eleanor to see her face, but her confident performance and vibrant movements exuded life and spirit, as if she were an elf. Everyone stopped their conversations, watching the woman who seemed to glow on stage. Gradually, the curiosity in Eleanor’s eyes turned to shock, growing pale with each passing note. "Eleanor, what’s wrong?" Adrian Grant was the first to notice Eleanor’s unease, bending down to check her expression. Eleanor’s lips moved slightly, but she said nothing. This melody... her mother had hummed it to her! Just then, the piece ended. The woman on stage picked up the microphone and joyfully said, "When I turned ten, my mom gave me this piece as a birthday gift. On this lovely night, I also want to gift it to everyone. I hope you all enjoy it, thank you!" Eleanor’s pupils slightly quivered, as if affected, her body staggered, stepping back, only to be caught swiftly by Adrian Grant. Adrian held her by the waist, supporting her, giving Eleanor’s hand a squeeze: "Eleanor?" Eleanor’s voice trembled a bit as she asked, "Who is she?" "Who is the person on stage?" The lady standing nearby heard Eleanor’s question and enthusiastically introduced, "She’s called Cassie, a very talented violinist! Oh, and she has an Asian name, Zoe!" "Zoe Nash?" Eleanor almost blurted the name out. The enthusiastic lady nodded in surprise, "Yes, you know her too! She’s truly exceptional!" Adrian Grant realized something and asked Eleanor, "Did you come here to see her?" Without Eleanor’s response, Adrian Grant already knew the answer. Eleanor’s whole purpose of coming here was Zoe Nash! Eleanor looked back at the stage, wanting to get a clear look at Zoe Nash, but the stage was already empty, and she had left. Eleanor turned around in place, trying to find a glimpse of Zoe Nash but found nothing. "Eleanor." Sensing Eleanor’s distress, Adrian Grant pulled her into his embrace, feeling her slight tremble, he frowned. In a place open enough for people to kiss anytime, no one noticed the intimate hug between Eleanor and Adrian Grant. "Adrian Grant." Eleanor finally spoke softly, "Did you just see her clearly?" Adrian Grant knew this ’her’ referred to Zoe Nash. Eleanor was uncertain if she had seen clearly: "I feel like... the lower half of her face looks quite similar to mine... what do you think?"