The sunlight stretched the shadows of the people. The two shadows intertwined, as if there were infinite bonds and entanglements. Eleanor Winslow felt a bit dazed, shook her head to regain her senses. "Why did you suddenly come?" She turned to ask the man beside her. "Jude Winslow told me your dad had you locked up at home." How did Jude Winslow install a spy at home? Wait— Check latest chapters at novel fire.net "Why is he still ratting you out to him?" He was about to not be her brother-in-law anymore! Eleanor Winslow felt a little indignant, her frown and sulking carried a bit of cute defiance. Adrian Grant’s eyes flickered with amusement. He didn’t tell Eleanor Winslow that Jude’s valuable little reports could be exchanged for a five-figure allowance. He might not have much else, but he was never short on money. "Continue studying or work?" Adrian Grant suddenly asked. "How did you kno—" the way? Eleanor Winslow didn’t finish the sentence, she realized. Of course, with the direct doctoral admission arranged. How could the academy not inform Adrian Grant, the ’parent’ who supported her causing a commotion at the academy? Eleanor Winslow felt it was a bit of a hassle. After she and Adrian Grant finished the divorce procedures, would she have to explain everything to them again? "Hmm?" Adrian Grant urged. Eleanor Winslow actually didn’t really want to discuss these things with him; given their current relationship, it wasn’t necessary. But since Adrian Grant had spent time and effort on the direct doctorate issue, it wouldn’t make sense not to explain anything. "I’m considering it." Eleanor Winslow stared at the shadow, saying, "It’s just that the academy’s approach is a bit disheartening." Eleanor Winslow was precociously smart, capable of handling things alone, but ultimately, she was still just a student not yet twenty-two, and some of her thoughts were still too...naive. "Zia Winslow, colleges aren’t as complex as workplaces, but they aren’t entirely ivory towers. Some tactics seem far off for regular students, but you’re different. Social rules aren’t strictly black and white; don’t let external influences sway your original intentions. Those people don’t qualify as your obstacles." —Why is she different? —Because she’s excellent enough to encounter more tangled interests than a regular student. Where there are interests, disputes are inevitable. Adrian Grant explained leisurely. Eleanor Winslow recalled when she was young and couldn’t understand things, Adrian Grant would also reason with her, albeit with a cold face, the words were unpleasant, but the content was rational and unusually patient. "You educating me makes you sound like my dad." Eleanor Winslow muttered softly. Though Eugene Winslow would never reason with her. Adrian Grant’s expression momentarily became strange, and the overly rich and subtle emotions left Eleanor Winslow unable to discern. After a few seconds, Eleanor Winslow belatedly remembered what Blake Lockwood had told her before, not to casually call men "daddy," or the consequences would be disastrous! For a moment, Eleanor Winslow’s expression also grew strange. With four eyes meeting, the atmosphere grew even more bizarre. Eleanor Winslow: "..." Eleanor Winslow’s ears turned slightly red, unnaturally looking away, pretending to gaze at the sky and earth. "Ha." The man suddenly chuckled, not letting her off, and asked, "What are you thinking?" Eleanor Winslow puffed up like a frightened cat yet tried to maintain calm: "What are you thinking?!" Adrian Grant’s smile contained an ineffable ambiguity: "Whatever I’m thinking, you’re thinking too?" The expression and tone seemed to say: Whatever shameless thing I’m thinking, are you also thinking something shameless? Moreover, they are about to, get, divorced! Eleanor Winslow took a shallow breath, saying nothing more. In terms of shamelessness, she couldn’t compare to Adrian Grant! Eleanor Winslow emailed the academy, refusing Aethelgard University’s direct doctoral slot, and began applying for other schools’ graduate programs. If she accepted Aethelgard University’s doctoral recommendation, she’d likely feel nauseated intermittently over the next three to five years. She didn’t want her education to be so stifling! Old Madam Grant was ailing, Eleanor Winslow visited the hospital for two days, and the old lady’s spirits lifted, so discharge was approved. On discharge day, Eleanor Winslow intended to leave work to pick her up. But just before clocking out, a stack of documents was dropped onto her desk. "Sort these documents by tomorrow," said a pretty girl with curly hair, arrogantly. Eleanor Winslow recognized her as a fellow intern who joined the firm a month earlier, named Cecilia Yates, currently on the same project with her. Eleanor Winslow flipped through the material: "Isn’t this your job?" "I joined the company before you, from a senior, you should learn to respect the work given to you, understand?" Cecilia Yates said impatiently. Eleanor Winslow regarded her for a few seconds, then sneered disdainfully: "Don’t assume Manager Sawyer is your boyfriend, and wield authority recklessly." Finished saying this, she grabbed her bag and walked out directly. Both are interns, how is she a senior? Whoever wants can do it! Cecilia Yates stomped her feet angrily, called Albert Sawyer to complain, painted Eleanor Winslow as uncooperative with team arrangements, and always leaving on time, showing an extremely unenthusiastic work attitude. Albert Sawyer soothed his girlfriend briefly and finally said: "For this conversion, there’s only one spot up for grabs, I’ll definitely secure it for you; why bother with an intern who can’t make the cut?" Eleanor Winslow’s unclear connection to the Grant Group executives made Albert Sawyer temporarily reluctant to offend Eleanor, hoping Cecilia Yates would calm down. Yet, to Cecilia Yates, the emphasis was: There’s only one spot for conversion! She’s been earning only a little over a hundred as an intern, working hard with overtime for the conversion spot. In this batch of interns, only Eleanor’s school is better than hers, prettier, and is more favored by the boss... She absolutely cannot let Eleanor Winslow stay! Old Madam Grant was discharged, Grant Family members all came to greet, afraid they wouldn’t stand out before Old Madam Grant. But Old Madam Grant held onto Eleanor’s hand the entire time, reluctant to let go, even inviting Eleanor to accompany her at the old mansion for two days. "Grandma, tomorrow is Blake’s birthday; I might not be able to accompany you." Eleanor Winslow coaxed like a child, "I can spend time with you watching an opera some weekend, okay?" The Grant Family members were nearly fainting with anger. All their efforts to win over the old lady were futile, yet Eleanor Winslow dared refuse the old lady’s invitation, truly emboldened by favoritism! "Adrian, escort Eleanor." Old Madam Grant signaled to Adrian Grant, "Take a gift to Miss Lockwood’s birthday tomorrow." Adrian Grant agreed with a "Sure," gesturing Eleanor to walk ahead. Eleanor Winslow didn’t want Adrian to escort her: "Grandma, I drove here, there’s no need for an escort." When Eleanor said this, Old Madam Grant either intentionally or unintentionally turned to talk to others, completely unaware of Eleanor’s words. Adrian Grant immediately reached to place his arm around Eleanor’s shoulder, half forcibly leading her out. The action appeared forceful yet subtly revealed a possessive desire. Grant Family members exchanged glances. What’s going on, the soon-to-be ex-husband still escorting the soon-to-be ex-wife? And taking a gift to the soon-to-be ex-wife’s girlfriend’s birthday party? Since when did their circle start playing ?