Eleanor walked over, snatched the camera from Blondie’s companion’s hand, pulled out the memory card and snapped it in two before flushing it down the toilet, then violently smashed the camera into pieces. The aesthetic of violence made the restrained Blondie tremble. "What about the photo backups?" Eleanor extended her hand in inquiry. Blondie shook his head vigorously: "No, no backups!" Where would there be time to back them up?! Now that Jeanette Grant was safe, she scoffed: "Even if there were photos, who can prove it’s really me in them and not Photoshopped?" Blondie and others: "..." What the heck, this girl’s really not quite right in the head! Jeanette Grant sighed: "Eleanor, you’re so cool!" Eleanor now didn’t want to talk to troublemakers, intending to turn them over to the police, but Blondie and his group kept pleading for mercy. "Eleanor, just let it go?" Jeanette Grant tugged at Eleanor’s sleeve, "I was in the wrong first for selling fake cigars, and... I don’t want my family to know." The emphasis was on the sentence after ’and’. A male voice barged in. Adrian Grant strode in, probably walking too fast, with his neatly groomed hair slightly disheveled, making him seem like the cold night wind, with a chilling and murderous aura. "Eleanor, she’s caused trouble, do you know if she’s committed murder or arson yet you dare come solve it alone?" Adrian was reprimanding Eleanor, who showed little reaction, while Jeanette Grant nearby shivered fearfully, cowering behind Eleanor, peeking her head from her shoulder. "I—I couldn’t possibly commit murder or arson..." Jeanette Grant mumbled defiantly. "I dare to come because I’m confident in solving it." Eleanor was very calm. Though after the gang fight, probably needing Blake Lockwood to bail her out and explaining to these people why she’s so skilled at fighting might be a hassle. Adrian was angered by Eleanor, furrowing his brows, just about to say something when Eleanor spoke: "President Grant, you wouldn’t bother with your ex-wife, would you?" Adrian took a deep breath subtly, turning his sharp gaze to Jeanette Grant. Jeanette Grant keenly sensed her third brother’s gaze was even more terrifying now, and her mood worsened, bursting in complaints: "Brother, I was wrong..." Adrian replied with a cold face: "Go home and apologize to your mother." "Brother! Don’t be like that..." Jeanette Grant pleaded. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net Adrian didn’t even look at her. Eleanor recalled seeing Jeanette Grant as a server at a tea restaurant before, asked Jeanette: "Working part-time outside? Really strapped for cash?" Logically, a daughter of the Grant Family shouldn’t be short of money. "My mom won’t let me fangirl, says I’ve fangirled myself stupid, and she’s limited my allowance." Jeanette Grant clenched her fists, indignant, "If she hadn’t limited my allowance, would I have to work? Without working, would I encounter these annoying things?" "Isn’t the root cause your fangirling?" Eleanor attempted to reason with her. Jeanette Grant waved her finger, expressing: "Fangirling is my source of happiness, people can’t help pursuing happiness!" Adrian pulled Eleanor to his side: "Stop talking to her." Jeanette Grant felt her cousin’s disdainful tone, as if Eleanor would turn stupid talking more with her! Jeanette Grant was very displeased: "Isn’t this world allowing people like me who pursue simple happiness to exist?" "Excuse me, where’s Julian Jacobs—Young Master Jacobs?" Eleanor asked the nearby staff, feeling she should thank Julian Jacobs in person. Adrian, hearing "Julian" first, looked at Eleanor, then heard "Young Master Jacobs," confirming the identity: Julian Jacobs! The club’s owner was a Jacobs! One staff member said: "Young Master Jacobs got the message, he’s on his way." Eleanor surprised: "He’s not here? Then how did you... recognize me so accurately?" The staff smiled: "Every staff member here has seen your photo, Young Master Jacobs said you have absolute priority when appearing here!" "Wow!" Jeanette Grant heard, her eyes lighting up, "Eleanor, is this Young Master Jacobs your suitor? Your suitor’s amazing!" Before the words finished, an extremely cold gaze swept over, from Adrian Grant. Jeanette Grant fearfully covered her mouth, hiding beside pretending to be a quail. "Jeanette Grant, don’t talk nonsense." Eleanor said to Jeanette. The staff exchanged glances: Nonsense? What nonsense? Which sentence was nonsense? Suddenly, from afar, came several respectful salutations. Julian Jacobs walked briskly, seeing Eleanor from afar, his gaze meeting hers, with a slight, warm, sunny smile. He was in a T-shirt and jeans, with an undraped lab coat, looking like he just walked out of a lab, blending youthful vigor and mature elegance. Julian Jacobs’ eyes seemed to see only Eleanor, directly approaching her, gently asking: "Were you bullied?" On the way, one of his subordinates had already briefed him about Eleanor’s situation, yet he couldn’t help but personally ask Eleanor. Eleanor shook her head, only now fully realizing this approachable, spring breeze-like, shrimp-peeling senior was the sole heir of the South City’s prominent Jacobs Family! "Thank you, senior." Eleanor felt awkward at this moment, because of the sentence from the staff, "everyone here knows you." For this special treatment, Eleanor wanted to know why. Julian Jacobs chuckled, as if it was an insignificant matter, nodded and smiled politely at Jeanette Grant, then turned to Adrian. "Young Master Grant, quite self-restrained." Julian Jacobs spoke half-smilingly, politely extending his hand. While talking to Adrian, his aura was entirely different, making people keenly aware that at this moment, he was Julian Jacobs as Jacobs’ heir, rather than Aethelgard University’s senior Julian Jacobs. Adrian smiled, but without any warmth in his eyes, politely shook hands: "Naturally." Since he hasn’t completed the divorce procedure with Eleanor, he can naturally keep his composure. The handshake felt less like a friendly gesture, more like a declaration of challenge. "Thoughtful of Young Master Jacobs, I thank you on behalf of my sister and Zia ." Adrian’s words drew Eleanor into his intimate circle. "Young Master Grant thanking me for Miss Grant, I understand. Thanking me on behalf of your junior, what identity justifies that?" Julian Jacobs chuckled lightly, "I casually protect my own junior, it has nothing to do with you." —Don’t even think of using any identity to draw close to Eleanor, not admitting! The air’s atmosphere thickened slightly, tension crackling potential. The two looked calmly at each other, yet an undercurrent surged, confrontation brewing. At that moment, the two men simultaneously spoke: "Zia Winslow, let’s go." "Junior, want to eat something?"