"I just got home, how about you? Have you eaten yet?" Kids are indeed the most adorable beings; calling her at this moment instantly calmed all her confusion. "I ate, munched on several of the chicken feet you braised during lunch." Eleanor Hollis’s lips curled up as she placed her bag on the cabinet by the entryway and then sat down on the sofa. "I’ll braise more for you when you come back." The two chatted for a while longer before slowly hanging up the phone. Old Master Quinn felt very uncomfortable about the closeness between Marcus and Eleanor Hollis. He was Marcus’s grandfather, but Marcus had never spoken to him so gently. "Did you bring the chicken feet you mentioned?" Old Master Quinn said slowly, clutching his cane. The food had been around for so long; was it still edible? At the old house, they never ate overnight food. Marcus hadn’t learned to lie yet, especially to his grandfather. Although his grandfather didn’t like mommy, he was still his family. "Old Cameron, go ahead and throw away the food, don’t eat leftover food, lest you get an upset stomach." Marcus opened his mouth to stop him, but ultimately paused hesitantly and remained silent. Old Master Quinn’s face was full of kindness, and he sighed in the end. "Marcus, Eleanor Hollis cannot become your mom. You shouldn’t call her that in the future, understand? If outsiders hear this, they’ll ridicule the Quinton Family." Old Master Quinn initially thought Eleanor Hollis was a woman without ulterior motives. Although he didn’t like her, the girl had at least stayed with the Quinton Family for so many years without causing trouble. But when he heard Marcus call her ’mommy,’ he instantly understood everything. How could that woman be without ulterior motives? Teaching Marcus to call her that so early on, her intentions were indeed clear. Marcus still didn’t speak, seemingly returning to his autistic-like state. Old Master Quinn had no choice but to gently rub his head. "You’ll understand in the future, that woman is not a good person. I will not let her disturb you." Marcus’s pupils contracted, feeling a bit uneasy, suddenly wanting to go home. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵 He said slowly, finding the person in front of him somewhat frightening. "This is your home, Marcus. It seems you’ve already been brainwashed by Eleanor Hollis, try to have less contact with her in the future." Old Master Quinn was very angry, a deep shadow flashed in his eyes, then he entered the study. The butler followed respectfully behind, knowing he had concerns but not daring to speak. "Meet Eleanor Hollis tomorrow, just say it’s about Marcus; I want to talk to her." Old Master Quinn said, rubbing his brow, only feeling restless. "I understand. I’ll schedule an appointment with Miss Hollis right away." "No need for an appointment, just go to Grandeur; talk to her in Hugo’s office." The next day at noon, the executives were all trembling in fear because they heard Old Master Quinn had already arrived; they hadn’t received any prior notice, hurrying down to the elevator to welcome him. However, Old Master Quinn didn’t look at them, instead directly approaching Eleanor Hollis. "Eleanor, come to the office with me; I have something to discuss with you." Old Master Quinn had visited Grandeur several times before, naturally knowing the location of Hugo’s office. Eleanor sat uneasily, hearing the words, she could only slowly stand up and follow behind him. The office door closed behind her; she faced him as though confronting an enemy. Old Master Quinn was squeezing his cane, walked to her side while frowning. "I know everything about your conversation with Marcus last night. You taught Marcus to call you ’mommy.’ Eleanor Hollis, your scheming really runs deep. Do you think Marcus’s consent is all you need to marry smoothly into the Quinton Family?" Eleanor Hollis didn’t speak. Old Master Quinn was biased against her; whatever she said would be wrong, so there was no use wasting words. The last time at the hospital, she had already torn the mask; now there’s no need to pretend. "Old Master, just say what you want to say; I have work, can’t afford to delay too long." Seeing her attitude, Old Master Quinn’s anger nearly exploded. "Eleanor Hollis, I’m your elder." Moreover, given his current status, Eleanor Hollis should at least show some courtesy. Eleanor Hollis didn’t speak; she hated people using their seniority to pressure her. After the incident with Gloria Galloway, she had no good feelings towards Old Master Quinn. "Leave Hugo, any amount you want, I’ll give it to you." Old Master’s attitude was very stern, unwilling to stop until he achieved his goal. Eleanor Hollis laughed, turned, and opened the door; if it was just to say this, there’s no need to remain. As soon as the door opened, her shoulder was pressed down by Old Master Quinn. He had military background; the pressure almost shattered her shoulder. She reflexively waved him away, her face slightly pale. Everyone in the office looked over; they saw Eleanor Hollis angry, pushing Old Master Quinn to the ground, blood spreading wide from beneath his head. The executives waiting outside panicked; if anything happened to him, they’d have no reason to live. Eleanor Hollis rubbed her shoulder. She didn’t know why it hurt so much when Old Master Quinn touched it, the force of her hand slightly exceeded. Seeing an accident happen to Old Master Quinn, she panicked too, crouching to check on him. "Miss Hollis, to prevent any further harm to Old Master Quinn, please step aside." The butler blocked her way, staring at her sharply. Eleanor Hollis felt a chill, seemed the world around had collapsed, rumbling loudly. In just over ten minutes, the ambulance arrived, taking Old Master Quinn to the hospital. Eleanor Hollis sat coldly, if not for the bloodstain on the floor, she’d have thought everything just now was merely a dream. Her colleagues around were still somewhat unsettled, gloatingly watching Eleanor Hollis; if anything happened to Old Master Quinn, Eleanor Hollis wouldn’t survive. The elevator to the top floor suddenly rang, and several police officers entered, showing the arrest warrant. "Miss Hollis, you’re suspected of assault; please come with us." Eleanor’s mind went blank; until cold handcuffs were locked onto her wrists, pushed out, she stumbled, leaving the top floor. "Let her be so arrogant before, now she’s done for." "If Old Master’s dead, Eleanor Hollis might face the death penalty." "The CEO likely can’t save her, besides, that’s his father; if he hears about this, he might personally cut Eleanor Hollis." The office buzzed with discussion, eagerly awaiting Hugo’s return. Hugo Quinn received the news an hour later; the Quinton Family called, stating Old Master Quinn had been pushed down by Eleanor Hollis, now undergoing emergency treatment. Hugo didn’t care about anything else, took a private jet directly back to Serenford.