Eleanor Winslow blinked, feeling he was a bit inexplicable, and casually replied: "Not bad?" A lot of onlookers had gathered around. Everyone was stunned. It seemed like Eleanor could draw any tile she wanted, and the tiles she discarded perfectly avoided completing others’ hands! "This, this is like cheating... amazing!" someone exclaimed. "Mahjong is just a matter of game theory and probability theory, a mix of luck and brains, and Eleanor has never lacked either." Blake Lockwood had the Hawthorne’s butler clear the chips. Eleanor’s points were more than the other three players combined, and she specifically targeted Vivian Quinn, leaving her with negative points and a miserable look. "Miss Quinn, if you’re willing to gamble, you should accept the loss." Eleanor pointed at the diamond necklace around Vivian’s neck. Vivian wasn’t crying, but her face looked more upset than if she was. This necklace was crafted by a master, and it’s the only one of its kind in the world. Today she was invited by Cherry Chambers and had to beg her mother to borrow it from a friend! This was borrowed, not hers! Vivian clutched the necklace on her neck as if afraid someone would snatch it away: "Eleanor, it’s just a game, do you have to be so serious?" "Miss Quinn, aren’t you the one taking it too seriously?" Blake Lockwood retorted ungraciously, "If you gamble, you must be prepared to lose. Haven’t you ever heard that saying?" "Eleanor, if you lost, would you be willing to give me that Purple Jade Bracelet? You wouldn’t be able to bear it either! Besides, it was a gift from Adrian Grant!" Vivian shouted. "Miss Quinn, you’re only daring to challenge me because you know I’m divorcing Adrian Grant. Since it’s a gift from my ex-husband, why would I care?" Eleanor smiled particularly sweetly. Eleanor didn’t particularly like the diamond necklace, but if it made Vivian unhappy, she was happy, and so was Blake! "Miss Winslow, it’s just for fun, why be so petty?" Cherry Chambers looked displeased. She was initially talking with several ladies elsewhere, not expecting that, despite arranging helpers for Vivian, she’d still lose so miserably and need her to clean up the mess. Useless! Blake Lockwood rolled her eyes at Cherry Chambers: "Mom, you also said that Eleanor is a woman whom neither father nor mother loves and who’s getting divorced, her life is tough, really lacking money and jewelry. You suggested Eleanor play along, and now you want her to do it for free? How is that fair?" Who’s having a tough time? Does she think we don’t know all the good things Eleanor’s mother left her before she passed? Cherry Chambers’ face turned grim. Vivian stood there stubbornly, not believing Eleanor would actually snatch the necklace from her neck! Just then, the crowd automatically parted, making way. Eleanor looked over, and there came Adrian Grant and Trevor Hawthorne walking side by side. One elegant and noble, the other flamboyant and free, both exceptionally striking in appearance and bearing, truly eye-catching. Cherry Chambers was relieved to see them: "Trevor, you came just in time, sort out your good wife for me! I was nearly angered to death!" The word ’good’ was full of sarcasm. Blake Lockwood leaned back on a nearby high stool, lazily and smugly looking at Trevor Hawthorne, her expression carrying a hint of proud challenge, as if saying: Come on, let’s see how you handle me. Trevor laughed in exasperation at her rogue demeanor. Turning to Cherry Chambers, he said: "Mom, I really can’t control Blake Lockwood." Thɪs chapter is updated by N()velFire.net When other men say this, it sounds cowardly, but when Trevor says it, it inexplicably carries a touch of doting. Trevor was speaking the truth; he never controlled Blake Lockwood. Blake relied on no one for her food or shelter, and she didn’t like him, so what right did he have to manage her? "You—!" Cherry Chambers pointed at her unfilial son, taking deep breaths in anger. "Young Master Grant..." Vivian could only place her hopes on Adrian Grant. As the heir of a wealthy family, Adrian surely wouldn’t allow Eleanor to behave in such a shameless way, right? Adrian lifted his eyelids, coolly saying: "I just came to see if the gifts I gave are still with the rightful owner." The crowd could hear Adrian’s implication: the gifts he gave Eleanor could only belong to her! If Eleanor suffered any losses, he was there to back her up! Vivian’s face instantly turned pale. Adrian was there to support Eleanor and to warn her! But... weren’t they getting divorced? Shouldn’t Adrian be happy to see Eleanor being mocked and humiliated? The guests exchanged perplexed glances. Internally, they all shared the same question: Aren’t they supposed to be getting divorced? Is this what a divorce looks like? Vivian was embarrassed, her face burning hot. In a moment of impulse, she took off the diamond necklace from her neck and threw it on the table: "Eleanor, have it if you want, I’m the eldest Miss of the Quinn Family, I have plenty of fine jewelry! I’m not like you!" Eleanor was not at all polite, signaling a servant to collect it for her. Seeing this, Vivian was on the verge of tears: The borrowed jewelry was lost in a bet; what would she do when she went back? Unfortunately, no one cared about her despair anymore. "Why did Young Master Grant come?" Blake Lockwood remembered not inviting Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant said: "My grandmother entrusted me to bring Mrs. Hawthorne a birthday gift." Blake Lockwood looked at him curiously. She had no connection with Old Madam Grant, why would Old Madam Grant send her a gift? Blake pulled Eleanor aside and whispered: "I feel like the birthday gift is just Adrian Grant’s excuse to come here." An excuse to come watch Eleanor! "To be honest... I feel the same way." Eleanor said reluctantly, "But yesterday it was indeed Old Madam Grant who spoke up." "Is Old Madam Grant some kind of matchmaking spirit? She’s definitely a stumbling block on this road to divorce for my girlfriend!" "... Who says she’s not?" Blake clicked her tongue and shook her head: "Eleanor, this divorce won’t be easy! I’m afraid neither the Grant Family nor the Winslow Family will agree." Eleanor looked up at the blue sky, starting to long for freedom: "The divorce process has already started, their opposition doesn’t matter." Blake thought, this divorce process still requires Adrian Grant’s cooperation, and Adrian Grant doesn’t look like he’s inclined to be very cooperative. After their private chat, Blake continued to entertain the guests. Eleanor fell two steps behind her, and when she turned a corner, she almost bumped into someone coming her way. Adrian Grant instinctively reached out to steady her, but Eleanor promptly stepped back a pace, standing firm, and when she raised her head to see who it was, she was slightly taken aback. Although the two had just met yesterday, their last activity was signing the divorce-related asset transfer agreement. Seeing Adrian Grant now, Eleanor momentarily didn’t know what to say. Exchange a few polite greetings? No need, they’re getting divorced. But she was still having normal conversations with Adrian Grant yesterday. Eleanor briefly struggled for two seconds and chose to play mute, planning to walk away directly. Before she could take a step, Adrian Grant spoke first: