Jeanette Grant couldn’t help exclaiming, her inherent gossip nature was unstoppable. Eleanor Winslow regretted coming to rescue Jeanette Grant for a moment. I mean, how could someone like Second Aunt Grant, who was essentially a hornet’s nest come to life, have such a dim-witted daughter? Both men were looking at her without budging an inch. After a brief moment of thought, Eleanor turned to Julian Jacobs: "Senior, aren’t we doing a debate competition simulation next Friday? I’ll treat you to dinner then, to say thanks, alright? It’s my best friend’s birthday today, and I need to get back soon." By inviting Julian Jacobs to another time, she essentially refused his invitation for today without making him feel awkward about the rejection. Julian laughed, understanding Eleanor’s refusal, and didn’t feel angry at all. Instead, his gaze carried obvious fondness and indulgence: "Alright, see you Friday." Adrian Grant felt pretty good upon hearing Eleanor decline Julian Jacobs and opt for him. However, his expression turned cold when he heard the latter part of her sentence. What if something comes up? Jeanette Grant looked quite shabby, wrapped in Eleanor’s jacket with her skirt torn, revealing the panties underneath, while hastily covering up with Adrian Grant’s coat. Eleanor felt it wasn’t the right time to say thanks or talk; it was more urgent to get Jeanette Grant to change her clothes. But when she turned her head, she saw the young girl’s eyes darting between her, Adrian Grant, and Julian Jacobs, filled with gossiping enthusiasm! Eleanor was speechless: "Stop staring and hurry up with what you’re wearing!" "Aw, it’s still less revealing than when I’m in my bikini!" Jeanette Grant waved dismissively. While speaking, Julian Jacobs had already thoughtfully indicated for someone to bring a skirt for Jeanette Grant. Adrian Grant took another careful look at Julian Jacobs. This man, for some reason, gave him an unprecedented sense of threat. Eleanor once again thanked Julian Jacobs and hurriedly pulled away Jeanette Grant, the conspicuous package. "Young Master, that’s Adrian Grant’s sister; what do you care?" a subordinate asked Julian Jacobs in confusion. "The junior sister is kind-hearted, helping to take care of her will not only make her happy but also remember my good deeds." Julian Jacobs replied in good spirits, looking at Blondie and the others on the ground. Although Young Master Jacobs appeared kind, he somehow made them shiver uncontrollably. Eleanor was honest with Julian Jacobs; she indeed planned to return to accompany Blake Lockwood for the rest of his birthday. Walking out the whole way, Eleanor didn’t glance at Adrian Grant until she saw outside, lined up neatly, fifty or so imposing bodyguards, leaving her stunned. The leader among them called out firmly: "Sir, Madam, Fifth Miss." The way they addressed "Sir" and "Madam" indicated these were Adrian Grant’s personal bodyguards. If they were from the Grant Family estate, they would’ve addressed as "Third Young Master" and "Third Young Madam." "Did you bring this many people?" Eleanor was shocked. Was he here to besiege the place? "Blake Lockwood said you took Jeanette Grant to a fight." Adrian Grant shot her a chilly glance. She did intend to fight, but she wouldn’t have brought along someone as foolish as Jeanette Grant! Jeanette Grant could only make caustic remarks to increase animosity! Eleanor got in her own car. "Eleanor!" Adrian Grant called her with a furrowed brow, instinctively wanting her to get in his car. Well, he could get in her car too. Eleanor paused slightly, turned her head in confusion: "Young Master Grant, do you have more to say?" Adrian Grant opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately couldn’t say a word. Jeanette Grant looked left and right, then turned to follow Eleanor with a run. Just as Eleanor finished buckling her seatbelt, someone slid into the passenger seat. Jeanette Grant effortlessly fastened her seatbelt, her face reading "I’m ready." Eleanor: "What are you doing?" Jeanette Grant: "Sitting in your car." Eleanor was speechless, reminding her: "Jeanette Grant, Adrian Grant is your brother! I’m your ex-sister-in-law!" "What money are you talking about? I don’t have any." Jeanette Grant played rogue, then her eyes sparkled and she said admiringly, "My mom and they all said you’re a good girl. I didn’t know you could fight!" "Just a bit of self-defense skills." Eleanor didn’t tell the truth. She had overturned the entire room of people just moments ago, which conservatively took around ten minutes. Jeanette Grant looped her arm around Eleanor: "Eleanor, you actually came to rescue me as soon as I called; I think you’re way more reliable than all my cousins!" Eleanor mercilessly said: "Don’t expect me to convince Adrian Grant to keep your secret." Jeanette Grant withdrew her hand: "Hmph!" But the anger faded in less than a minute, and Jeanette Grant leaned her head over again, quietly assuring Eleanor: "So far, I think you match my third brother the best!" This content belongs to novel⦿fire.net "Thanks, but please remember that I’m divorcing your third brother." Eleanor nudged her head away, "I’m driving now, move over." "You’re so annoying!" Jeanette Grant huffed, but wasn’t really upset. Moments later, she was giggling again. When they returned to Blake Lockwood’s birthday scene, the party had just ended. Guests were gathered at the hotel entrance, leaving one after another. It was at this moment that Eleanor, accompanied by Jeanette Grant now dressed in a charming long skirt, appeared on the scene. "Fifth Miss Grant?" Someone recognized Jeanette Grant, shocked, eyes widening. I mean, why did Jeanette Grant show up with Eleanor? Whose ex-sister-in-law plays with the little sister-in-law? "Hello." Jeanette Grant didn’t recognize them but responded politely. Blake Lockwood glanced at Jeanette Grant behind Eleanor and asked Eleanor: "Why’d you bring along a little tail?" Eleanor originally planned to take Jeanette Grant home, but Jeanette Grant absolutely refused and tagged along. "Happy birthday, Blake!" Jeanette Grant sweetly greeted, clearly trying to please. Blake Lockwood raised an eyebrow, giving Eleanor a questioning look: Didn’t you say Jeanette Grant was a troublesome fool? She seems to listen to you quite well? Eleanor helplessly shrugged, unable to fathom why Jeanette Grant clung to her. No matter where Eleanor went, Jeanette Grant followed, the whole time like a cute little accessory. Guests noted the scene, their curiosity growing, eyeing the situation subtly. I mean, why does Jeanette Grant keep sticking with Eleanor? The news about Adrian Grant and Eleanor divorcing must be fake, right? "Eleanor, don’t you think—" Blake Lockwood whispered, "Jeanette Grant seems like a nameplate?" "You, Eleanor," Blake Lockwood pointed at Eleanor, emphasizing each word, "be-long-to-the-Grant-Family!" Eleanor turned to see the human accessory beside her. The human accessory gazed up at her with big eyes: "What?" Communicating with someone too dumb is tiring and feels like wasting time. Eleanor forgot that a dimwit might not have clever ideas, but a dimwit listens well! A dimwit is handy to manipulate! The dimwit turned to text the boss: [Third Brother, mission to watch sister-in-law accomplished, pay up!]