"What... what did you say?" The assistant stared at Eleanor in shock, then realized after two seconds, "You must be lying to me!" "Think whatever you want." Eleanor said nonchalantly. There’s no need to talk too much with people, especially in situations where you don’t want to explain more, which only makes others more suspicious. Unexpectedly, before Eleanor’s words were finished, a familiar male voice came from behind her: Jude Winslow pushed his oversized sunglasses up from his nose, revealing two puzzled puppy-like eyes. He had dyed his hair blue, looking both trendy and rebellious, but thankfully he had an attractive face. "Eleanor, it really is you? What are you doing here?" Eleanor raised the document in her hand: "I’m here to deliver documents to Mia Winslow for the company." "Your company is crazy, right? Unless you offended someone and they’re messing with you on purpose? I mean, Mia Winslow has been super annoying lately, don’t bother her!" Jude Winslow complained rapidly. The assistant, who was implementing the punitive measures, looked embarrassed. She was a fan of Mia Winslow, who she saw as the epitome of gentleness, wisdom, and kindness. Originally, she suspected Eleanor of lying to her, but unexpectedly Mia’s younger brother Jude said the same thing! "Did you upset her?" Recently, Eleanor found Jude Winslow quite agreeable and couldn’t help but ask out of concern. "Who upset her!" Jude rolled his eyes, "That day when the Morgan Family caused trouble, after you all left, she cried at home and smashed things, acting like a lunatic!" "She... cried?" Eleanor was a little confused, "Why?" "How would I know?" Jude said, glancing at Eleanor, scratching his head, hesitating several times before finally not being able to hold back, asking, "Are you really going to divorce Adrian Grant?" "Is it supposed to be a joke?" Eleanor retorted. Jude seemed completely baffled and started counting on his fingers with Eleanor: "Adrian Grant is handsome, smart, with good genes, right? Having kids with him would surely be great. He’s the future leader of the Grant Family, rich and powerful, you don’t have to worry about your quality of life. What’s wrong that you want a divorce?" "He doesn’t like me." Eleanor replied succinctly. "Eleanor, can liking put food on the table?" Jude was exasperated, "He doesn’t like you, and you don’t like him, do you? Can’t you take his money and find a boy toy you like instead? Do you know how to spend money to buy happiness? Making money yourself is exhausting! And those people always suck up to the high and step on the low. Why suffer needlessly?!" Eleanor was dumbfounded by her brother’s statements. After a few seconds, she asked, "How do you know I don’t like him?" "If you liked him, would you still divorce him?" For a moment, Eleanor didn’t know if she felt regretful or relieved. In others’ eyes, she never liked Adrian Grant. No one would discover this secret. No one would laugh at her for overestimating herself. "Hey, this isn’t important!" Jude advised earnestly, "Eleanor, I’m serious. Adrian Grant is good-looking, can’t you just take him as a free ride?" Seeing Eleanor’s indescribable expression, Jude suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh! His skills aren’t good, right? No worries, that can be—" improved. "Stop!" Eleanor quickly interrupted, "I don’t like his close relationship with Mia Winslow, do you understand?" "Huh?" Jude had a puzzled look, then suddenly had an epiphany, "You don’t think Adrian Grant likes Mia Winslow, do you? No, Mia started crying that day right after Adrian Grant went upstairs, Adrian definitely doesn’t like Mia!" "Mia cried because of Adrian Grant?" Eleanor thought, you’d been talking for so long before getting to the key information, no wonder you always failed language class! "Yeah, you can ask Adrian Grant why Mia cried." Jude laughed slyly, "I’d like to know too." Mia Winslow, having heard from the assistant that Jude encountered Eleanor outside, came out in high heels just in time to hear Jude telling Eleanor to go ask Adrian Grant, and gossipingly saying he wanted to know why. When Mia remembered what Adrian Grant told her that day, she was instantly filled with anger and jealousy. If Eleanor knew those words, wouldn’t she be overjoyed and secretly laugh at her! "Miss Mia Winslow, do you have time to look at the contract?" Eleanor immediately reined in her relaxed chatting with Jude Winslow and presented a professional demeanor. Mia’s face was still cold, looking at Eleanor with intense hostility. Eleanor calmly met her gaze without flinching. "You’ve waited two hours and haven’t left, quite patient." Mia mocked, "I’m talking with Jude now, I’m too busy." Jude looked unconcerned: "Mom was worried about you and sent me to check on you, I’m not even talking." Mia clenched her fists, controlling the urge to hit Jude. Several TV station staff passed by and greeted Mia. Eleanor said loudly, "Miss Mia Winslow, if you really don’t have time today, our law firm can come back tomorrow. After all, it’s already an hour past closing time." The staff exchanged glances. Usually, Mia maintained an image of gentleness and generosity, if she didn’t allow Eleanor the negotiation time now, it would be a slap in her own face, and by tomorrow morning everyone would be talking about her! Mia gritted her teeth and said, "Come in, I’m very busy, so don’t waste my time!" Jude walked in casually with one hand in his hoodie pocket and the other playing on his phone. Watching Jude’s back, Eleanor couldn’t help but smile, opened her phone, and transferred some money to Jude. Two seconds later, the online gaming addict turned his head: "What does this mean?" "Pocket money." Eleanor said, "I sent some to Jeanette Grant a few days ago, making up for you today." Jude tilted his head to look out the window: "Whoa, the sun’s rising in the west!" This is why Jeanette Grant can always "trick" her into pocket money, but this unlucky kid can’t! Mia sat on the sofa, arms crossed, looking at Eleanor arrogantly and coldly. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Eleanor didn’t want much interaction with her, using five minutes to cover the entire document’s contents and cautions. "I don’t understand." Mia directly replied, clearly intending to make things difficult for Eleanor. Eleanor put on a professional smile: "I’m not on this project team, if you don’t understand, the project manager can explain it to you." She was just a messenger. "Eleanor, is your company’s service attitude ? Do you believe I won’t lodge a complaint against you?" Mia slammed the table, threatening. Eleanor threw the contract onto the table with a "bang!" Suddenly she smiled: "Mia Winslow, what exactly did Adrian Grant say that day, that makes you not even want to pretend with me anymore?"