After he uttered this word, he immediately fell silent. What right did he have to ask this person for help? He was just a minor figure, while she was the president’s wife of Grandeur. His head slowly lowered as he planned to shake it, but he then felt the elevator had already stopped. Eleanor Hollis stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw several people coming to greet them. "Are you Miss Hollis? Please come with me." Eleanor’s identity was special, and everyone present was very courteous to her. Both she and Miles Jenkins were led to the lounge, where they learned the conference hadn’t ended yet. Eleanor noticed Miles’ hands were tightly clenched, and his face somewhat pale, increasingly sensing that he must be hiding something from her. She was about to speak when she saw the door being opened again. "Mr. Jenkins, please come with me." The bodyguard at the door walked in, standing in front of Miles. Miles instantly shivered, instinctively glancing at Eleanor. Eleanor’s eyebrows knitted even tighter as she reached out to block the bodyguard. "Where are you taking him?" The bodyguard was surprised; could they know each other? He had heard that this was the prey chosen by the president and had to appear in the president’s bed tonight, so how could he be involved with the wife of Grandeur’s president? Miles seemed to realize Eleanor wanted to help him and quickly moved behind her, reaching out to grab her sleeve. This was an instinctive action; he feared being left behind. "Miss Hollis, who is Miles Jenkins to you?" The bodyguard was somewhat conflicted; the president specifically named this man. "My distant relative." The bodyguard’s face instantly changed, speaking a few respectful words before retreating. Now the room was once again left with only Eleanor and Miles; he was trembling all over, his lips noticeably pale. "If you have something to say, speak directly. I don’t like people who beat around the bush." Miles looked down to find he was still clutching her sleeve, pursed his lips, and immediately released it, then nervously sat down on the nearby sofa. "Miss Hollis, this matter should not have troubled you, but I am alone in this city, truly not knowing who to turn to. The rewards you gifted me on the platform haven’t been credited to my account. The high-level folks from Meridian said that their president fancied me, and if I didn’t agree, the money wouldn’t be sent to me. My sister’s medical expenses are due soon, and without this money, my sister will die..." When he uttered this last sentence, he slowly closed his eyes. "If Miss Hollis is willing to help me, I am prepared to do anything necessary." A hint of anger flashed in Eleanor’s eyes; those funds were her rewards to Miles. Even after the platform deducts some fees, he should have received about seven hundred thousand, yet now the platform has withheld it all, demanding he sell himself? She looked up at Miles, finding his face full of humiliation. Thinking about it, Miles was a top student from a prestigious university; how could he do such things? Broadcasting must have already broken his principles. As soon as she said this, her phone rang; it should be Hugo Quinn calling. She picked up the phone, signaled Miles with her eyes, and walked out. Hugo, upon seeing her, slowly put down his phone and strode over to her. "They said you were here." His brow was full of joy, but upon seeing Miles nearby, his face suddenly darkened. Wasn’t this Eleanor’s recent gifted pretty boy? How did he end up here, and together at that? Miles seemed to realize Hugo wasn’t fond of him and retreated a step in fear; after all, Hugo was the president of Grandeur Group, with an aura unmatched. Beside Hugo stood a forty or fifty-year-old woman, well-maintained, exuding authority in her every action. That was the president of Meridian Group, Lia. Lia seemed to only then notice Eleanor, her lips curving as she confidently extended her hand. "So this is the Quinton Family’s young madam. Hello, I’ve heard President Quinn speak of you." Lia came off as very strong, whether it was her tone or handshake. Yet Eleanor wasn’t intimidated; she placed her hand over on it. "Hello, I’ve long admired your reputation." Lia’s gaze suddenly passed Eleanor, stopping on Miles behind her; he was a boy she’d recently taken an interest in, clean in appearance. If he were willing to follow her, at least until she tired of him, he’d enjoy wealth and glory. "President Lia, this is my distant relative, Miles Jenkins. I heard he had some misunderstandings with your company, so I specially brought him here to explain." Lia raised an eyebrow; she knew her subordinates were sometimes unreliable. Now that Eleanor had brought someone to resolve things, her few incompetent subordinates must have messed up the matter again. This cooperation with Grandeur was crucial; she absolutely couldn’t let Eleanor’s impression of her lower. The source of this content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I know him, Miles Jenkins." Lia was openly expressive, not hiding her actions. "Days ago, I watched his live stream and liked the boy. I hope he becomes my new boyfriend, but I swear, no coercion was used; just my people negotiating with him. Should he be willing, I’d help solve all his current financial pressures." Eleanor twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth; calling it a new boyfriend was painting it pretty—the direct term was a kept man, but admittedly, this president had strong resolve. Behind her, Miles suddenly spoke. "Sorry, President Lia, your people told me that if I don’t compromise, the fan rewards exceeding a million won’t be paid, and they threatened to complain to the principal to get me expelled." Lia’s face instantly darkened; while she liked young men, she absolutely wouldn’t use coercive techniques. Every boy who left her side almost got their desires fulfilled; she wasn’t foolish, never leaving leverage in such matters. Those handling the affair were idiots, actually threatening others this way. "I will handle this matter well; Meridian is a large group and would never seize your rewards. Tonight the money will be credited to your account, and as for those who threatened you, I will personally manage." Miles breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully glancing at Eleanor, just about to speak before noticing Hugo’s gaze. He inexplicably felt the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees and quickly averted his eyes. "Miles, now you can return and wait for the news. Believe President Lia won’t go back on her word." Eleanor, seeing the matter resolved, addressed Miles. Miles nodded, not daring to meet her gaze, silently standing a little further away. Lia observed all of this, her gaze profound.