Eleanor Winslow awkwardly shook off his hand from her shoulder and looked at him suspiciously. Soon-to-be ex-husband, can’t you have some sense of boundaries? Adrian Grant seemed not to understand the accusations conveyed in Eleanor Winslow’s expression. Eleanor felt a bit frustrated, unsure why she felt like she was punching a pillow. "Have those asset transfer procedures started yet?" Eleanor stood still and asked Adrian Grant, "Lawyer Thompson as your personal attorney is quite capable, isn’t it kind of unusual that after nearly two weeks, there’s been no progress?" Adrian Grant lowered his gaze to hide the fleeting darkness in his eyes. Adrian lifted his eyes, looking back at Eleanor with a slightly oppressive gaze: "Miss Winslow, do you really think my personal attorney with a million-dollar annual salary works only on your divorce agreement?" "Adrian Grant, if you keep this up, I’m going to suspect you’re deliberately being unreasonable." Eleanor wrapped her arms, looking a bit indifferent, "It’s disgraceful." "Lawyer Thompson is at the company. If you’re in a hurry, you can go right now." Without thinking, Eleanor agreed immediately and went there. After signing the divorce agreement, there had been no progress, and her interactions with Adrian Grant hadn’t diminished; this was not what she expected, and Eleanor was starting to get anxious. Eleanor’s car key was clutched in her right palm when Adrian Grant, with his long legs, effortlessly took the key from her palm as he passed by. Adrian Grant opened the driver’s seat door, his handsome face tilted slightly, signaling Eleanor to get in. Eleanor reminded him helplessly, "This is my car; I didn’t invite you, did I?" "Miss Winslow, don’t you understand that asset transfers require signatures from both the transferring and receiving parties?" Adrian urged, "Lawyer Thompson leaves in an hour." Eleanor got into the car, feeling it was utterly outrageous! Making a million dollars annually and still needing to clock off on time—can’t they put in some extra hours for their boss? Indeed, the ones who suffer the most are people like them on the receiving end! "Lawyer Thompson, aren’t you supposed to be on vacation today? Why are you at the company?" Charles Rhodes asked in surprise, meeting Lawyer Thompson in the elevator. Lawyer Thompson looked somewhat exasperated: "Halfway through relaxing at home, I suddenly received a text from the boss, telling me to immediately return to the company to draft an asset transfer contract for Mrs. Grant." Charles instantly understood: "I told you, whenever it’s something involving President Grant and Mrs. Grant, there’s no good outcome." Lawyer Thompson used to not understand, but now he fully agreed. No time to complain though, he hurried to the office to draft two previous asset transfer contracts related to the divorce agreement. Twenty minutes later. Eleanor Winslow glanced at the asset transfer contract involving "five pieces of jewelry," looking at Lawyer Thompson with confusion and skepticism. "Mrs. Grant, is there anything wrong?" Lawyer Thompson asked with a standard smile. "No issues," Eleanor said, "I just don’t understand; jewelry transfer contracts don’t involve complex tax issues or benefit disputes, so why did it take you so long? I should have been able to complete it in an hour; for you, it should be half an hour at most." Wasn’t it exactly what he finished in fifteen minutes! Lawyer Thompson’s smile froze, instinctively glancing at Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant took an elegant sip of coffee, seemingly unaffected by Lawyer Thompson’s gaze. —It’s not like he’s just started being inconsiderate. Lawyer Thompson selectively ignored Eleanor Winslow’s doubts, saying, "Mrs. Grant, is there anything else? If not, we can first sign this today, and the corresponding jewelry will be transferred to you by the insurance company managing them. I’ll prepare the other related contracts later and contact you." Adrian Grant took a temporary call of an urgent work matter needing his attention. Impatiently, he signed the form as the transferring party, seeming like someone was about to be scolded again. The name ’Adrian Grant’ was signed flamboyantly, free and easy. Eleanor Winslow had originally suspected Adrian Grant might be unwilling to divorce and was deliberately stalling her, but his quick signing this time seemed contrary to that? Once Eleanor finished signing, Lawyer Thompson respectfully escorted her out of the company. Just walking a few steps, several people approached from the opposite direction. "Junior?!" Sean Morgan exclaimed with delight. Beside him, Albert Sawyer immediately recognized Lawyer Thompson and his face lit up with a smile, eagerly exchanging pleasantries. "Lawyer Sawyer, I have some matters to attend to; we’ll catch up later." Lawyer Thompson gestured to Eleanor Winslow with a ’please’ motion, "Shall I arrange someone to escort you?" "No need, I have my car." Eleanor Winslow’s voice faded into the distance. Albert Sawyer watched the backs of the departing pair, somewhat shocked: "Lawyer Thompson is Adrian Grant’s personal secretary, yet he treats Eleanor Winslow with such respect... Did Eleanor really crawl into Adrian Grant’s bed? She’s impressive!" "Manager Sawyer, Eleanor and President Grant are not in that kind of relationship!" Sean Morgan couldn’t help but speak up for Eleanor. Eleanor is Mrs. Grant, so naturally, Lawyer Thompson treats the boss’s wife with utmost respect. Albert Sawyer snorted, "Sean Morgan, you’d better give up on that idea soon; Eleanor doesn’t fancy you!" Sean Morgan opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing. Blake Lockwood’s birthday was not a major milestone, no grand celebrations, but as the eldest daughter-in-law of the Hawthorne family, she invited quite a few people. For her friend’s birthday, Eleanor Winslow arrived early to help Blake Lockwood greet guests. "Mrs. Grant," Trevor Hawthorne greeted Eleanor Winslow politely upon seeing her. Before Eleanor could respond, Blake Lockwood interjected, "What ’Mrs. Grant’? Her surname is Winslow; don’t you remember?" "..." Trevor Hawthorne didn’t argue with his unreasonable and protective wife and addressed Eleanor Winslow, "Miss Winslow." Eleanor smiled, "Young Master Hawthorne is formal." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel~fire~net "By the way, Eleanor, the news about your divorce from Adrian Grant somehow got out; many people now know. If anyone acts crazy, just call me." Blake Lockwood was afraid Eleanor would be bullied. Trevor Hawthorne handed Blake Lockwood a cocktail with low alcohol content, saying, "It’s likely you won’t have a chance to act." "What do you mean?" Blake Lockwood asked. Trevor Hawthorne didn’t answer and walked toward another direction. Soon, a McLaren parked outside the porch, and Adrian Grant, dressed in a suit, stepped out. Trevor Hawthorne laughed as he walked over, "Young Master Grant, are you here to celebrate my wife’s birthday or to keep an eye on your own wife?" Adrian Grant handed the birthday gift to the Hawthorne family’s servant and politely shook hands with Trevor Hawthorne, countering, "Does it conflict?" "No conflict." Trevor Hawthorne smirked knowingly, "However, my wife specifically emphasized to call her Miss Winslow instead of Mrs. Grant. She’s afraid you’ll show up and upset her." Adrian Grant leisurely asked, "Young Master Hawthorne is this happy because he’s certain there won’t be any fires in his own backyard?"