If Eleanor Hollis had such intentions, he would certainly refuse. But to his surprise, Eleanor directly refused, saying she only liked watching his livestreams and had no other thoughts. That’s how people are: when someone actively approaches you, you don’t care; but when you approach them and they don’t care, you want to tear away their mystery and see who they really are. The next day, Eleanor Hollis gave another ten thousand as a reward. Grandma clearly said that the Jenkins family owed at least three hundred thousand in loans, and he had already decided to drop out and go to work. Getting into a top-notch university isn’t easy, and dropping out must be hard on Miles Jenkins. So Eleanor Hollis decided to help, at least to prevent him from dropping out, a decision that could affect his entire life. Miles Jenkins had already submitted his dropout application, but seeing his recent income soar, he put the application on hold—there might still be a chance. The school counselor talked to him for a long time, saying his grades were excellent and that if he persevered, he could achieve great success in the future. But Miles Jenkins insisted on dropping out; now that he had withdrawn the application, the counselor was naturally happy. "Sir, Miss Hollis’s account has been disappearing by ten thousand daily; we don’t know what she’s up to." Lan Yancy finally noticed the changes in Eleanor Hollis’s bank card. Miss Hollis rarely buys things on her own, let alone loses ten thousand a day, which is unusual for her. "Check the destination of that money." Hugo Quinn didn’t even lift his head, still looking at the documents in hand. Very soon, Lan Yancy came back from investigating, his gaze somewhat meaningful. Hugo Quinn finally realized something was wrong and casually put down his pen. Lan Yancy nodded and hesitated before speaking. "Sir, Miss Hollis should be watching livestreams recently because that money was rewarded to a streamer. It’s from a popular streaming app right now, and Miss Hollis gives ten thousand in rewards every day." "How much did you say?" Hugo Quinn’s voice turned cold instantly, rewarding ten thousand? Eleanor, oh, Eleanor, she doesn’t spend that much on him, but she’s generous when rewarding streamers. "Ten thousand, and it’s been going on for quite a while, totaling over a hundred thousand given out." Hugo Quinn felt his head flush with blood. This woman was using his money to reward a streamer? His mind immediately conjured up images of those provocative male streamers, and he was instantly unhappy, intending to return and settle accounts. Eleanor Hollis hadn’t noticed Hugo Quinn had arrived; she was still watching Miles Jenkins’s livestream. Just after sending a reward, she heard Miles say, "Thanks to the generous lady from the Hollis family. This young lady has been rewarding me for many days; truly grateful to you." Seeing Miles Jenkins’s sincere smile, Eleanor Hollis’s lips curved up too. Miles Jenkins has a magical charm, and his smile can be infectious. However, Eleanor Hollis felt a chill today, a cold draft creeping straight down her neck. She stood up to close the window and felt a large hand grab her computer away. Her scalp tingled; she recognized these hands—they belonged to Hugo Quinn. "Wife really has good taste, using my money to reward a pretty boy." In his view, Miles Jenkins was just a pretty boy. Eleanor swallowed, watching Hugo Quinn glare at Miles Jenkins’s livestream, fearing this powerful man might, in a fit of rage, ruin Miles Jenkins. "Hugo, it’s not what you think." She wanted to explain but found her reasoning so weak, as if Hugo Quinn’s gaze could kill her. "He is indeed decent-looking, but men who sell their charm aren’t as simple as they appear." Hugo began critiquing Miles Jenkins’s looks, feeling incredibly jealous that Eleanor had been watching his streams and rewarding him ten thousand daily. He immediately called Lan Yancy, planning to blacklist this pretty boy from enticing his wife, ensuring he couldn’t survive in the streaming world. Eleanor Hollis knew Hugo Quinn’s temper and recognized his anger, hastily grabbing his hand. "Honey, it’s really not like you think. I know this person; he’s a college student connected to my grandma. I have reasons to help him." She quickly recounted Miles Jenkins’s situation, then continued speaking. "He’s a very proud boy. I’m afraid giving him money directly would hurt him, so I chose this way." Eleanor kept patting his back and sighed. Hugo Quinn’s expression finally softened a bit, casually handing the computer back to her. "Next time, make these things clear to me; you know I’m not a petty man." Just who was the one who wanted to ban someone out of anger a moment ago, Eleanor wondered, not believing a man’s words so easily. After clarifying this, Hugo didn’t argue anymore but still cast a nonchalant glance at the other side. "If you give money, just give it. But after that, stop watching the stream. Don’t stay in his room for more than five minutes, or I’ll have Lan Yancy shut down his channel." Eleanor was speechless. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t petty? Yet, at this point, she had no choice. She couldn’t let Miles Jenkins lose this job because of her. In the following days, Miles Jenkins kept inviting her to meet, but Eleanor always refused. Miles Jenkins sat in front of his computer, feeling a bit lost. He just wanted to see the person supporting him; who knew it would be so hard. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 He was about to log off when he received a message from the higher-ups at the platform, saying someone had taken a liking to him and would pay to keep him. If he refused, he would struggle to survive in the streaming world, and the reward money wouldn’t reach his account. Miles Jenkins was so angry he couldn’t speak. That young lady had given him that reward; even after the platform cut, he should still have around seventy thousand, enough to ease some hospital bills. But now, the platform was using this to threaten him. If he refused to be kept, he’d lose the money and be blacklisted from the streaming world. He’d always known the streaming world was chaotic, but he hadn’t suspected it was this bad, with even platform executives being so dark. Miles Jenkins’s lips were pale as he stared at the computer screen. He desperately needed that money; if he couldn’t pay the fees, his sister would die; she was the only family he had left in this world. Miles Jenkins opened the streaming room, found Eleanor Hollis’s interface, struggled internally for a moment, then sent her a message. —Young lady, I’m in a bit of trouble. I know I shouldn’t come to you, but apart from you, I don’t know who else to turn to. I hope you can help me; I’m willing to do anything you want.