Adrian Grant answered without a second thought. At that moment, a commotion started behind them. A striking blue figure elegantly approached. The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, long hair reaching her waist, with a sweet and confident smile. Her features had a distinct mixed heritage look—European high cheekbones mixed with the gentle grace of Asians. She greeted everyone around as she walked, exchanging pleasantries with ease. Suddenly, her gaze turned, locking eyes with Eleanor Winslow. Eleanor calmly looked back, not averting her gaze. "Eleanor, I know you." The woman approached, playfully tilting her head with a smile, "I’m Cassie, or you can call me Zoe Nash!" Eleanor was momentarily stunned—because Zoe’s smile reminded her so much of her mother’s. She quickly regained her composure and smiled gently, extending her hand, "Miss Nash, nice to meet you. How did you know of me?" "Miss Winslow is the star fourth debater of Aethelgard University’s debate team and my upcoming strong opponent. Of course, I know you," Zoe smiled sweetly, "Though I didn’t expect to meet you here in advance. Did you come here specifically to see me?" Eleanor felt there was a vague weirdness in Zoe’s words. For example—my upcoming strong opponent. It’s just a debate competition, a team debate at that, how could it be called a personal adversary? Or—did you come here specifically to see me? Was this sentence a bit deliberate? However, Zoe’s gaze was so comforting, confident yet warm, with no aggressiveness. She seemed like a girl raised in a family full of happiness and love. "Miss Nash, you jest." Eleanor casually glanced around, "I’m merely interested in charity." Zoe nodded in understanding, then looked at Adrian Grant beside Eleanor, "Mr. Grant, I’ve heard much about you!" Adrian had little reaction, merely lifted his eyelids to glance at Zoe, and nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He had no interest in Zoe, not even bothering with a polite statement like ’Do I know you?’ Eleanor glanced sideways at him, feeling Adrian was so arrogant as if he forgot to put on his human disguise today. Zoe, having faced Adrian’s indifference, remained unperturbed and looked back at Eleanor. "Miss Winslow, your appearance—" She gestured around her face with her hand, smiling, "Seems somewhat like mine, though I can’t pinpoint where." Eleanor observed the lower half of Zoe’s face, maintaining a polite smile, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She thought there was some resemblance too. Zoe purposely stood beside Eleanor, making it convenient for Adrian to look, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Grant, what do you think?" "I don’t think so." Adrian replied disinterestedly, "My wife is prettier than you." The guests around didn’t expect Adrian to speak so bluntly, and for a moment, they exchanged glances, creating an awkward atmosphere. Zoe’s smile froze slightly, defending herself, "Mr. Grant, a person’s beauty is not only about appearance but also inner qualities. I have an excellent education, and I am skilled in many talents." Zoe was confident; otherwise, she wouldn’t have the title of ’genius girl.’ Adrian finally looked at her properly, as if hearing a joke, "Miss Nash, if you want to work at my company, please go through HR to submit your resume." He didn’t mention that Eleanor’s education was also excellent and she had many talents, because to him, Mrs. Grant didn’t need these things. Someone in the crowd couldn’t hold back their laughter. Adrian’s words were quite biting! "Cassie, there’s a saying in the East: ’Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ you shouldn’t have asked Mr. Grant." A guest tried to smooth things over. Zoe still seemed a bit upset, like a little girl who had been called ugly, some ladies and madams took Zoe’s hand to comfort her aside. "Do you have an issue with this Zoe Nash?" Eleanor asked Adrian softly. He usually acted like a big bad wolf pretending to be human, not ! Adrian asked back, "Isn’t it you who has the issue with her?" Although Eleanor’s behavior was not obvious, Adrian had known her since childhood and understood her a bit. "No, I don’t!" Eleanor’s expression was a bit odd when someone hit the nail on her thoughts, but she stubbornly denied it. She had no grievances or grudges with Zoe Nash to have an issue with someone; it sounded like she was jealous of Zoe. After the donation phase, more people came to chat with Adrian and Eleanor. Eleanor found an excuse to escape to the deck for some peace. "Wait." Adrian called out to Eleanor, taking off his jacket and draping it over Eleanor’s shoulders. He also called a bodyguard to follow Eleanor, only then was he reassured. This series of actions amused several guests around. Eleanor’s ears turned slightly red, she whispered in his ear, "Isn’t this public display of affection a bit too much for your ’persona’?" "Persona?" Adrian looked at her puzzled, "Mrs. Grant, I thought I was pleasing you." Today Eleanor wore a moon-white long dress, and Adrian’s mouse-gray suit jacket draped over her shoulders, the colors complementing each other. Eleanor looked at the bodyguard following a few meters behind her, unable to stop herself from recalling Adrian’s words a few minutes ago. His recent behavior seemed like he was... courting her. In the distance came a few voices: "A couple of years ago, Mr. Grant claimed to be married, I thought it was fake, but today he actually brought a woman, and guards her like the apple of his eye!" "That woman is so clueless, suddenly running away just now, making Grant anxious, no wonder he never brought her out before." "Looks like an underage girl, her chest is too small!" Eleanor instinctively lowered her eyes to glance at her own chest. For an Asian, C-cup, not small alright! "Don’t say that, I’ve heard of Eleanor, she’s excellent in law." Zoe Nash said to her companion. "Cassie, you’re too kind, don’t you remember how they treated you just now?" Eleanor was full of question marks. The unfriendly one was Adrian, okay! Blame Adrian if you want, why include her! Zoe didn’t mind, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, admiration in her eyes, "Grant is smart and excellent, he has the capital to be arrogant, to me, overly gentle men hold no charm." The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Eleanor couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. The accompanying bodyguard couldn’t help but glance more at Eleanor, only feeling that this Eastern woman who was very gentle before, suddenly became a bit cold, though her expression hadn’t changed. Zoe suddenly looked up, seeing Eleanor standing not far away, her expression a bit awkward, "Miss, Miss Winslow..." The other ladies remained calm, one of them comforted Zoe in Spanish, "She won’t understand what we’re saying anyway." Eleanor elegantly smiled slightly, replying in Spanish, "Unfortunately, I understand a little."