Adrian Grant’s face was grim, his warm hand resting on the woman’s delicate, fragile neck, like a lover’s caress, yet also like a predator’s warning and threat to its prey. It seemed as if all he needed was for her to misbehave and he’d snap her neck with one hand! "It was you who wanted to get married in the first place, and now you want the divorce..." He leaned in closer, whispering ambiguously yet dangerously in her ear, "What’s the matter, found someone new?" Eleanor Winslow sensed danger and restrained her impulse to shrink back, trying to sound calm as she said, "Not exactly new, I’ve liked him for quite a while." Adrian Grant’s voice subconsciously grew colder, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face with interest as he asked, "Oh? Who?" "You don’t know him." His voice was deathly calm, hardly resembling interest, more like he wanted to kill someone on the spot. "An older schoolmate." Eleanor felt that discussing her supposed new flame with her current husband was truly bizarre—especially when the new flame didn’t even exist. Adrian Grant seemed amused by her notion: "Eleanor, you never had any consistencyt growing up, liking one thing today and another tomorrow. How long will you man?" She never had consistency? She had liked only him since she was young, yet in his eyes, she was fickle! Eleanor didn’t bother to argue, she lowered her gaze and said, "Mia Winslow has returned to the country, so I thought I’d make way for her. You should be happy." "Should I praise you for being sensible, Mrs. Grant?" Adrian Grant, at over six feet tall, stood straight, nearly enveloping Eleanor entirely in his shadow. Against the light, Eleanor couldn’t see his expression. Though his tone remained gentle, she could feel the oppressive aura around him. And that phrase "Mrs. Grant" was definitely meant to mock her! Eleanor was about to speak when Adrian Grant suddenly took a phone call, occasionally responding with an "Mm" to the other end. He tossed the printed divorce agreement onto the coffee table, continuing his call as he went upstairs. A few minutes later, he came down with a suit jacket in hand, ready to leave. Eleanor picked up the divorce agreement again and chased after him barefoot to the door: "Why don’t you sign the divorce papers first?" Adrian Grant restrained his anger, glancing at the divorce agreement. As there was no need for asset division, Eleanor was clear on her decision to leave with nothing, so the divorce agreement was simple; a ten-line glance would suffice for Adrian Grant to skim through it. "Leaving with nothing? Mrs. Grant, not even a loss-making business would do such a thing," he kindly instructed. "Money can be earned, but people won’t wait." Eleanor wanted to end this mistaken relationship quickly and retain her dignity. Yet her words only intensified Adrian Grant’s anger: "You like him so much?" Eleanor nodded randomly, urging him to sign. "Mrs. Grant, you’re a law major, so an amateur like me wouldn’t dare casually make agreements with you." Before he finished his sentence, he had already briskly left. Eleanor called out to him as she watched his retreating back: "Whether you believe it or not, three years ago, I never calculated to marry you!" The man’s words floated back blandly, disappearing completely from view. Official source is Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Eleanor knew he didn’t believe her. After all, everyone thought marrying Adrian Grant was a huge stroke of luck for her—a fallen socialite unloved by her parents. But she had harbored a secret love for him for years, how could she bear to let him marry her unwillingly? Eleanor was from Hong Kong, legally of marriageable age at sixteen, became Adrian Grant’s wife at eighteen. Now at twenty-one, preparing for divorce, she was a soon-to-be senior student in the law program at Aethelgard University. As summer vacation began, Eleanor moved from the Azurean Bay villa back to an apartment near the campus. Two evenings later, she received a text message: [Eleanor, are you free to meet tomorrow afternoon at two? There’s something important I need to discuss with you.] At a high-end tea restaurant in Aethelgard. Mia Winslow sat by the window, wearing a sleeveless black Chanel dress, her straight hair reaching her shoulders, her features gentle and intellectual. Her left hand had a black brace covering from the palm to the wrist—years ago, she had suffered a severe injury, and even after recovery, the cold air in air-conditioned rooms still made her hand ache. Eleanor forced herself to avert her gaze from her wrist, refusing to let guilt arise. "Eleanor, I didn’t think you’d come." Mia Winslow stood up smiling, her voice soft and serene. The elite circles of Aethelgard knew Mia Winslow as a good sister. Once, Eleanor also believed that. "Originally, I wasn’t planning to." Eleanor sat across from her, "After all, texting me the time and place directly felt quite rude." If Eleanor hadn’t wanted Mia Winslow to search for her at school, she wouldn’t have come today! Mia Winslow was momentarily stunned, then replied with a smile, seemingly complimenting, "Not bad, after marrying Adrian, you speak with confidence. You wouldn’t have dared speak to me before." It wasn’t a matter of not daring before, but foolishly respecting her as an older sister. "Dad and Mom asked me to inquire about Jude’s situation, did you talk to Adrian about it? Jude is appearing in court next week, there’s not much time left." "Jude intentionally hurt someone; it’s a settled issue, seeking help won’t change that." After Eleanor’s mother passed away, Mr. Winslow quickly remarried, to Mia Winslow’s mother. Mia Winslow was two years older, changed her surname after entering the family, cherished deeply by Mr. Winslow. Her father and stepmother had a son named Jude Winslow. Jude recently turned eighteen and last month fought with the Preston family scion over a girlfriend, blinding one of the boy’s eyes. Now the Prestons want Jude behind bars. "Eleanor, the Preston family is just a dog fostered by the Grant family; if Adrian intervenes, this can be easily handled." "Mia Winslow, you could summon Adrian Grant from my bed with a phone call in the middle of the night; I think asking him personally would be more effective, besides—" Eleanor paused, resting her cheek on one hand, her tone carrying a relieved smile, "I have no position to make him help The Winslow Family, I’m divorcing Adrian Grant!" "You... are divorcing?" Mia Winslow was shocked, eyes wide with disbelief. Her sweet almond eyes shone with laughter, lively and radiant, as though she had discovered something interesting. "Adrian Grant didn’t tell you?" She twirled her hair with her fingers, leaned in, feigning surprise, "Sister, then you better watch out if he’s got another dog outside, not even telling you such important news!" Mia Winslow seemed not to register the implied insult of being called a dog. "Eleanor, Adrian and I are just friends." Mia Winslow did not believe Eleanor’s divorce claim, scrutinizing her, "You went through so much trouble to climb into Adrian’s bed and maneuvered to become Mrs. Grant; you should cling tightly to him." Eleanor sighed in annoyance, shook her head and said, "But I’m not strong enough; Adrian’s needs are too vast, and his skills are lacking, I can’t handle it!"