At this moment, Eleanor Hollis had already arrived at Grandeur. When she entered the top floor, she found everyone staring at her. Well, during the incident of pushing the old man down last time, many people witnessed it firsthand. Who knows what rumors have spread by now. She pushed open Hugo Quinn’s office door and found him sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. She called out playfully and walked towards him with a smile. Hugo, hearing her voice, raised his head excitedly, but then seemed to remember something and gave her a faint look. Very well, no phone call during these days. If he doesn’t call her, it seems she would never think of calling him first. Eleanor saw him being so indifferent and sat down beside him. "Not in a good mood? Did I come at a bad time?" Hugo snorted coldly and pulled her over, hugging her tightly. "Eleanor Hollis, you’re something else. No phone call these days. Did joining the Hollis Family make you forget someone like me?" Eleanor quickly tried to appease him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. "How could I dare? I’ve just been busy. You know the situation in the Hollis Family, those mother and daughter detest me so much, I have to stay on my toes or I’ll be thrown out as soon as I step in." A hint of pain flashed in Hugo’s eyes. Although her tone was light, Rachel Lynch is still her mother, and it’s impossible for her not to feel hurt. "Actually, you don’t need to go back to the Hollis Family..." If going back means suffering, he’d rather keep her by his side. "I am a member of the Hollis Family, their blood runs in my veins. It wouldn’t be right not to go back, and my dad is actually quite nice." She finally admitted that person is her father. "Are you talking about Uncle Hollis?" Hugo rubbed her head and kissed her forehead. Nicholas Hollis is currently the youngest artist whose work has long been internationally recognized. Occasionally, he represents the nation at international exchange events. A few years ago, he was at the peak of his career, always abroad, and only settled in Serenford in recent years. "Uncle Hollis’s paintings are great; his Chinese paintings are clean and tranquil. Clearly, his temperament is very pure. A person with distractions cannot create such works." Eleanor looked at him in surprise. Over the years, she’s paid little attention to the Hollis Family, she only knew Nicholas’s reputation was prestigious but didn’t realize he was so amazing. "Do you also have his paintings?" Hugo smiled and pinched her cheek. "If you want to gain a foothold in the Hollis Family, Uncle Hollis is indeed an entry point. He must feel very guilty for letting his daughter suffer so much, and he’s probably looking for ways to make it up to you." Eleanor nodded, she had long recognized that Nicholas was a breakthrough point, which is why she got close to him. Sometimes she feels conflicted, because knowing Nicholas’s goodness makes her ashamed to admit her motives. "Don’t feel pressured. He’s a smart man, no way he doesn’t know your intentions; he just doesn’t want to voice them. To him, even if you use him, it’s willingly accepted, it’s a way to compensate you." Hugo hugged her and kissed her neck. After a few days apart, he found himself missing her. Eleanor felt a blockage in her chest, suspecting that Nicholas must indeed know her little tricks. "I’ll have Lan Yancy bring lunch; accompany me a bit." Hugo didn’t relax his grip around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, squinting contentedly. Eleanor noticed the pile of files on his office desk, realizing that he probably hasn’t rested for a long time, and nodded right away. When Lan Yancy came in with the food, Hugo had already fallen asleep hugging Eleanor. "Miss Hollis, I’ll place these on the table first. If they get cold, remember to microwave them a bit." The top floor office is equipped with microwaves for staff, and several are prepared since many people are accustomed to bringing meals from home to the office. Eleanor nodded, shifted to a comfortable position, and fell asleep along with Hugo. When she woke up, she found Hugo already sitting at his desk, evidently having been awake for a while. A flush of embarrassment swept across her face. She intended to work for a bit but ended up sleeping for three whole hours. "Um, have you had lunch?" Before sleeping, weren’t they planning to have lunch? Hugo glanced at her teasingly, a smile curving at the corners of his mouth. "Waiting for you to eat together, I might have starved by now. Have you not been sleeping well at the Hollis Family? Your dark circles look quite heavy." Eleanor indeed hadn’t been sleeping well these days; she rubbed her eyes. "It’s those two women, forget it, let’s not talk about them." She massaged her temples, feeling a throbbing pain there. "Hungry? There’s still a bit before I get off work, we can have dinner together then." Hugo checked the time; it was already three in the afternoon. Eleanor shook her head, walked behind him, and gently massaged his shoulders. "You keep working; I’ll wait for you." Hugo felt reassured, extending a hand to cover hers, amused. "With you here, how can I work in peace? How about you go rest in the lounge, I’ll call you when I’m ready." The lounge is prepared for Hugo and connects to his studio. When work gets busy, he can take a nap there. Eleanor initially wanted to refuse, but he insisted, pulling her over there. "I can do it myself..." She’s not accustomed to being served . Hugo half-kneeled, took off her shoes, and pulled up the blanket. "Sleep, I’ll call you once I’m done." Eleanor inexplicably felt at ease and nodded. Hugo indeed returned to his desk, he was quite busy these days. Marcus too was taken care of by Lan Yancy. He had returned early from an overseas meeting due to Eleanor and the old man’s incident, leaving many things unfinished. "CEO, here’s the contract from the last meeting." Lan Yancy placed a contract beside him, his expression serious. "They said the profit needs to increase by three percent, otherwise they won’t renew the contract with us." "Tear it up." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Hugo didn’t lift his eyelids, focusing on his tasks. Lan Yancy hesitated; they’ve been cooperating with this company for two years, abruptly breaking the contract would affect Grandeur. "That company has been dissatisfied with our original contract for a long time, now they are just finding an excuse. They probably have someone else offering them an olive branch, so it’s better not to keep this contract." His fingers continued tapping on the keyboard without pause. Lan Yancy finally nodded, "I understand, although our initial contract wasn’t unfair to them, given their company’s influence abroad, we’ve already conceded one percent." "Greedy hearts swallow elephants." Hugo’s fingers stopped and he looked at him lightly.