Eleanor couldn’t remember the phone numbers of other members of the debate team, so she had to ask the hotel front desk to call them and let them know she was already in the lobby. "Eleanor, what’s going on? I’ve been messaging you on WeChat, but you never replied," Delia Sullivan complained as soon as she stepped out. Before heading out, everyone had notified Eleanor in the group chat, but she hadn’t responded at all. Eleanor initially thought of saying she lost her phone, but when she turned to look, she was holding Adrian Grant’s phone in her hand! No chance to lie about that. "It seems there might be a problem with my WeChat; I haven’t been receiving messages very well," Eleanor said instinctively, squeezing the phone, "I’ll get it fixed once I return." "I’ll help you check!" Delia Sullivan reached out to take Eleanor’s phone. Eleanor quickly pulled back: "No need." What was there to check? One look and she’d know it’s not her phone! Delia Sullivan never liked Eleanor much, and this rare moment of eagerness was met with Eleanor’s wariness, making her feel like her kindness was unappreciated. "Huh, I’m not going to snoop around. What’s with the defenses? I’m just trying to help," Delia grumbled. "Student Sullivan, I appreciate your kindness, but don’t you understand the importance of respecting personal privacy?" Eleanor retorted, not willing to accept her intrusion. Seeing the awkwardness between the two, two male members of the debate team stepped in to mediate. Eleanor planned to have breakfast with them and then leave to go to Adrian Grant’s company to swap the phones back. They headed to the restaurant for breakfast. Julian Jacobs unknowingly found himself beside Eleanor and asked, "Is your phone situation urgent? Should I have someone send over a new one temporarily?" Eleanor immediately shook her head, about to thank him when seeing Julian Jacobs’s face reminded her of last night’s events. Eleanor blinked, feeling a bit awkward as she hesitantly said, "Senior Jacobs, last night..." "Eleanor, you don’t need to explain anything to me," Young Master Jacobs smiled warmly, ruffling Eleanor’s hair, "You have your freedom and rights, and I was just there by chance last night when I saw him. I won’t ask further or say more. You don’t need to explain if you don’t want to." As for the so-called issues, hm. Eleanor was a bit dazed from his gesture, staring at him blankly. "What’s up? Is there something on my face?" Julian Jacobs withdrew his hand, fingers instinctively touching his face. Thinking he was being presumptuous, Julian was about to apologize, but Eleanor shook her head and said, "No, it’s just that you remind me of a brother." When they were younger, Jonah Grant also liked to ruffle her hair like that. Jonah Grant was just as patient and tolerant. "Really?" Julian Jacobs asked, "A very important brother?" "Mm, very important." Julian suddenly remembered Eleanor mentioning a deceased brother last time, worried it might bring up sad memories, he said, "Don’t I also count as your brother?" Eleanor laughed and nodded: "Yes!" "Senior, what are you guys chatting about?" Delia Sullivan realized she’d been inattentive for a moment and found Eleanor and Julian Jacobs chatting closely together, so she immediately squeezed in. Just then, Eleanor’s phone rang. Delia Sullivan reminded her: "Eleanor, your grandmother is calling." It’s Old Madam Grant! Vera Sullivan glanced at Eleanor, urging her to answer the call elsewhere and not disturb her "alone time" with Julian Jacobs! Eleanor resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Vera Sullivan. If anyone else had called Adrian’s phone, Eleanor wouldn’t hesitate to ignore it and shut it off! But Old Madam Grant wasn’t in good health and adored both her and Adrian. Eleanor worried she’d be anxious if she couldn’t reach her grandson. Plus, there was a meddler right beside her! After hesitating, Eleanor answered the call. Facing a senior like Old Madam Grant, Eleanor’s voice was sweet and compliant. "Eleanor?" Old Madam Grant sounded pleasantly surprised, laughing with a tinge of gossip, "Why is Adrian’s phone with you? Are you together again? Made up?" The satisfaction couldn’t be hidden in her voice. Eleanor immediately realized that Old Madam Grant misunderstood and thought she and Adrian were back together. With familiar faces nearby, it wasn’t convenient for Eleanor to explain, so she whispered, "Grandma, it’s not what you think. I’m not with him; we accidentally took each other’s phones." Old Madam Grant giggled from the receiver, "Oh, this old lady didn’t guess anything, didn’t guess!" Talk about making it worse by trying to clarify! The source of thɪs content is novel✶fire.net With the grandson-in-law answering instead of the grandson, Old Madam Grant was even happier. She chatted warmly with Eleanor on the phone and said she missed her. Eleanor moved to a quieter corner and patiently chatted with the elder for a while. "I won’t disturb you two anymore, have fun! Remember to remind Adrian to eat well and drink less; Rhodes said he’s had stomach issues again recently." After finishing, Old Madam Grant hung up the call immediately, not giving Eleanor a chance to explain. Eleanor looked at the screen, which returned to the lock screen, feeling helpless. After a quick breakfast, Eleanor used fixing her phone as an excuse to leave first. "I’ll drop you off." Julian Jacobs stood up to follow Eleanor. Delia Sullivan immediately clenched her fists, hesitated to speak, and looked at Eleanor with eyes that were practically aflame. "No need, no need, you guys have fun. I’ve already asked the hotel to arrange a car for me. Senior, enjoy yourselves!" Upon Eleanor’s refusal, Delia Sullivan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, raising her chin smugly, as if Eleanor had changed her mind because of her. After Eleanor left, Julian Jacobs felt puzzled. Eleanor didn’t have a good relationship with The Winslow Family elders, yet her tone and demeanor on the call earlier felt intimate? Julian Jacobs couldn’t shake off his concerns and called Eleanor half an hour later. A strange voice came from the receiver, belonging to a man. Julian Jacobs’s relaxed posture suddenly tightened. "Who are you?" Why was Eleanor’s phone with a man? In that brief second, Julian Jacobs was ready to have his subordinates track Eleanor’s movements. "It’s Young Master Jacobs who’s unwell, and his ears aren’t great either." Adrian Grant lazily leaned against the chair, reminding, "We met last night." Julian Jacobs’s expression turned cold, "Young Master Grant, where’s Eleanor?" "Why should I tell you my wife’s whereabouts?" Grant Group Building. Eleanor reached the ground floor, realizing she didn’t have an appointment and getting upstairs would be a problem—before she came with the law firm’s project team, Charles Rhodes used to pick her up through Adrian Grant’s private access. Eleanor thought for a moment, took out Adrian Grant’s phone, and tried entering the password. Entered Adrian Grant’s birthday. Eleanor entered Mia Winslow’s birthday. Why is it still wrong? Eleanor thought of a mind-boggling guess and hesitantly input her own birthday.