Her chest heaved violently, and her whole body felt weak. Eleanor Hollis took a sip of wine and smiled at her. "Looking at us now, surely I’ll have the last laugh. I advise you to drop any thoughts of revenge against me. If I find out, I can make you suffer a hundred times more than you do now." Her words were chilling, and everyone shuddered simultaneously. Chloe Cameron bit her lip, instantly fearing to say anything more. She believed Eleanor was capable of it; in less than twenty minutes, she was left in such a miserable state. She wanted to apologize, but she had just spewed venom at this person. To apologize so quickly would be laughed at. If only she had believed Sasha’s words from the start, at least she wouldn’t be in this situation now. Sasha Morgan, seeing Chloe’s downfall, felt a chill on her back, remembering how not long ago, she had thought of embarrassing Eleanor at the party. If she had done it, she might have been the one being avenged now. She breathed a sigh of relief, grateful she had reconciled with Eleanor earlier. Eleanor is someone Sasha understands well; if you don’t proactively provoke her, she’s too lazy to bother with you. Everyone around wanted to curry favor with Eleanor, but when they opened their mouths, they didn’t know what to say, fearing they’d accidentally provoke her displeasure. Everyone saw what happened to Chloe. After dinner, everyone felt very somber. Eleanor glanced at Teacher Warren and slowly apologized. "Teacher, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause trouble today, but people just insist on provoking me. Did I upset you? Sorry." Teacher Warren didn’t blame her. Even a blind person would know that what Chloe said in the private room was really unpleasant. Slowly, everyone left the private room and went outside to wait for their cars. After Eleanor got Teacher Warren into the car, she had Lan Yancy bring the car around. When the multimillion-dollar luxury car stopped in front of everyone, their eyes widened. Who did Eleanor marry? It’s really enviable. "That’s it for today. I was happy to meet everyone." Eleanor said her official goodbye and got into the car. Only after the car slowly disappeared did everyone snap back to reality. "I’m so jealous, I wonder what it feels like to sit in a multimillion-dollar luxury car." "Eleanor is really lucky." Whether this tone was envious or something else, everyone felt a bit lost for a moment, and then eagerly began guessing Eleanor’s husband. From start to finish, only Chloe gripped her bag tightly and didn’t say a word. In high school, she was the class belle and looked better than Eleanor. Why did it end up being Eleanor marrying into a wealthy family? She really couldn’t accept it. That woman made her lose her job with just a few words, definitely not someone insignificant. If Eleanor’s husband... Thinking of this, Chloe felt a rush of heat. If given the chance to contact Eleanor’s husband, could that man resist temptation? Men from wealthy families are rarely faithful. Probably in the years of marriage to Eleanor, he’d already be tired of her, right? She curved her lips a bit, seeing it as finding a new avenue for herself. As long as she had the chance to see Eleanor’s husband, she must cling to him fiercely. Eleanor had thought that after tonight, Chloe would learn her lesson. But little did she expect Chloe would set her sights on her man. "Lan Yancy, thank you so much for tonight." That remark really inflated her vanity despite feeling somewhat guilty. Lan Yancy appropriately brought up Hugo Quinn. "The CEO instructed me, he asked me to make sure you look good tonight." Eleanor felt warmth in her heart, recalling how the man had thoughtfully prepared a car for her; it made her feel warm all over. When she got home, Hugo Quinn was sitting on the sofa, reading an essay book. This was the first time Eleanor had seen Hugo read this type of book; he usually read financial newspapers. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Thank you for today." She took the initiative to hug Hugo. Hugo’s body stiffened, then he slowly reached out to wrap his arm around her waist. "I would prefer you thank me in another way." Eleanor’s face immediately turned red, and she slapped away the hand he had on her waist. Why didn’t she see him when she got back? "He has class tomorrow, left something at home, and the servant couldn’t find it, so he had to go back himself. He’ll be here soon." Eleanor nodded and circled around the kitchen, thinking that the father and son probably hadn’t eaten yet, considering what dishes to prepare. "No need to go to so much trouble, I’ve already had the hotel send over some food." Hugo followed her, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her for a while before leading her back to the living room. "Let me put something on your forehead." He was quite worried when she called him. It was then that Eleanor touched her own forehead, realizing there was indeed a bump but not too serious. Fortunately, the glass wasn’t shattered, otherwise her face would be ruined. Hugo boiled an egg, peeled it, and rolled it on her forehead, his eyes deep and gloomy. "Is it resolved? Do you need me to take action?" Seeing her hurt stirred uncontrollably the hostility within him. "No need, it’s all resolved." Eleanor’s heart felt warm, her lips turned into a smile as she looked up at him. Hugo lowered his head, their gazes meeting just so, sparking between them. Eleanor uncomfortably wanted to shift her gaze, but Hugo assertively pinched her face. Not pinching her chin, pinching her face. His eyes held a hint of a smile, deep and shallow, as if a pool suddenly poured out warm softness. His handsome face approached, closer and closer, and finally, his thin lips pressed against hers. Eleanor froze, not daring to move, as if someone had struck a point of paralysis. Hugo continued to kiss her for a while, noticing she remained stiff and didn’t respond. A flash of disappointment crossed his eyes, and he slowly stopped. Maybe she still doesn’t like it. He sighed, reached out to rub her head, and continued rolling the egg on her forehead. Eleanor knew what he was thinking, suddenly anxious inside, she grabbed his hand. "Actually... I do like it, just not used to it." Such a passionate kiss accelerated her heartbeat; she wasn’t used to her heartbeat being out of control. Hugo lowered his eyes, halting his actions. Eleanor bit her lip, proactively kissing him, her arms encircling his neck obediently. Eleanor seldom took the initiative. Seeing her , Hugo couldn’t restrain himself, pressing her against the sofa in an instant. Marcus opened the door and saw this scene. He froze at the entrance, initially wanting to cough a few times to get their attention. But clearly, the two were too engrossed to even glance his way.