"What are you doing?" Eleanor Winslow suddenly pushed Adrian Grant away, her face full of panic, covering her mouth in disbelief. Her lips still tingled with the sensation of the man’s suction, making her heart race. Eleanor tried to calm her breathing: "Adrian Grant, given our current relationship, do you think what you did is appropriate?" Adrian Grant wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes from a successful hunt. "Even if it’s not appropriate, I kissed you. Do you plan to accuse me of sexual harassment? Who are you going to tell?" Adrian patiently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "Student Winslow, this is the adult world." The adult world speaks first of power, and of benefits and losses. It’s only second that it speaks of evidence. Eleanor took a deep breath, her face cold as she said, "Understood." Adrian took a step back. Eleanor went to get her phone; it was charged to 15%, enough to get her home. As noon approached, she reminded him coldly, "Grandma asked me to remind you to eat well!" Just as she finished speaking, Eleanor suddenly remembered that all morning she had received two calls on Adrian’s phone. Was anyone trying to reach her phone? She checked the call log. The top entry was: Julian Jacobs! And it wasn’t a missed call; it lasted a minute and a half! "Senior Jacobs called me? And you answered?" Eleanor immediately turned to ask Adrian. Adrian was in a good mood, but hearing the words ’Senior Jacobs’, his expression instantly soured. "What did he say? Adrian Grant, you answered the call; what did you tell him?" Eleanor’s face was full of doubt, as if asking, ’You didn’t say something stupid, did you?’ "Are you so concerned about him?" Adrian propped a hand on the table. "What exactly did you say!" Eleanor walked over and grabbed his tie, her beautiful apricot eyes blazing. Adrian hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but seeing Eleanor’s reaction. He intentionally said, "I told him he was interrupting us." "What kind of interruption?" Eleanor didn’t quite understand. Adrian raised a brow, meaning something deeper. Given her history with Adrian, Eleanor immediately realized: "You... Adrian Grant, you bastard! You’re shameless! Have you no sense of decency?" He blurted out whatever came to mind! Does he have no shame?! "Why, afraid your dear senior will look down on you?" Adrian’s elegant fingers brushed Eleanor’s cheek, "How could he? Julian Jacobs, he wouldn’t even mind being a side piece!" Adrian made sure to emphasize the word ’side’. "Adrian Grant, Senior Jacobs doesn’t have those filthy thoughts!" Eleanor couldn’t help but stand up for Julian Jacobs. As the only son of the prestigious Jacobs family in Solis, how could he stoop to being a side piece? Adrian didn’t say anything; on this topic, he didn’t bother arguing with Eleanor, preferring that she remained naive to Julian’s intentions. "Eleanor, what do you like about him?" Adrian asked. Eleanor almost forgot about her self-made image of ’liking a certain senior’ and didn’t understand why Adrian assumed Julian Jacobs was that senior. The most update n0vels are published on novel-fire.ɴet "I like how good-looking he is." Not wanting to trouble Julian Jacobs, Eleanor casually made up something, "I might see someone better-looking in a few days and stop liking him." "Good-looking?" Adrian sneered, Ray squinting at him, "Am I not good-looking?" Eleanor looked at him suspiciously. Why did he suddenly compare himself? Adrian was famously good-looking among the elites, a heartthrob, with rumors saying that if he didn’t want to be a CEO, he could still make a fortune in the entertainment industry with his looks alone. Julian Jacobs was handsome and elegant, with a gentle demeanor, like a refreshing breeze. Adrian, though, had sharp features, with natural authority in his looks, making you wary despite his harmless facade. Eleanor found herself momentarily distracted by Adrian. A few seconds later, just as she snapped back, Adrian had already closed the distance, looking at her teasingly. Eleanor pretended to size up Adrian, saying, "High-end suits, expensive jewels, a Patek Philippe watch, and Italian shoes—all of which makes it impossible for President Grant not to look good?" On the surface, it sounded like a compliment, but it didn’t acknowledge Adrian’s looks, only his attire. Adrian’s expression remained unchanged, but a thin layer of frost appeared in his eyes. "Knock, knock, knock!" Someone knocked on the door. Eleanor jumped back in fright. Charles Rhodes’ voice came from outside, "President Grant, Lawyer Sawyer from Aurelian & Partners is here for the final interview." "Albert Sawyer?" Eleanor’s voice dropped, pointing outside in shock. Her body reacted faster than her mind, already looking for a place to hide. Adrian watched her small head looking left and right, her whole body tense, before kindly pointing to his private room, "Inside?" Eleanor nodded, quickly opened the door, slipped in, and closed it behind her. The interview had been scheduled in advance, but Adrian hadn’t reviewed the interview list, so it was up to Albert to ask and Adrian to answer on the spot. "This question, what’s the reasoning? What language are these two words?" Adrian abruptly pointed to a question on the last page of the interview list. Albert Sawyer said, "President Grant, the questions on the last page were deemed less important after our comprehensive evaluation, and considering your busy schedule, we decided not to ask you." "I want to know." Adrian leaned back in his chair, fingers intertwined. It was a simple action, but on him, it exuded an aura of supremacy. Albert immediately said, "It was written by the intern, Eleanor Winslow. If you’re interested, I can call her now!" As he spoke, he had already taken out his phone and dialed Eleanor’s number. Standing nearby, Charles Rhodes immediately thought: "..." As expected, the boss’ right-hand phone began to ring unexpectedly. Albert was momentarily stunned; how coincidental—it rang just as he called Eleanor! "President Grant, your phone is ringing," Albert reminded. Adrian glanced at the phone, saying, "It’s not mine." Albert’s heart skipped a beat, swallowing hard, he doubted himself, glanced at his phone nervously, and with trembling fingers, cautiously pressed the red end button. The white, fruit-branded phone on the table stopped ringing, and the office returned to silence. Albert broke into a cold sweat, refusing to give up, and dialed Eleanor’s number again. The white, fruit-branded phone on the table rang joyfully once more. Albert jolted as if electrocuted and immediately hung up, standing up anxiously, "President Grant, this..."