Ashley Dawson felt the boy’s body stiffen, a hint of a smile on her red lips, indeed very innocent. "I know, but I’m already married." Miles Jenkins took a deep breath, reaching out to embrace her waist. "I don’t mind, I’m willing to be with you in secret, even for a lifetime. Eleanor Hollis, when it comes to loving you, I have no principles left." Previously, he never dared to think he would have such a shameless side. Eleanor Hollis is married, yet he still wanted something to happen between them. He felt guilty, coming from a prestigious university, yet he went against morals—how ridiculous. Ashley Dawson leaned in, leaving a kiss on his cheek. Miles Jenkins shuddered all over, his mind refusing to work. He felt as if his brain had shut down, Eleanor Hollis actually kissed him... Was he dreaming? If this was a dream, he hoped to never wake up. He turned his head, firmly holding the back of her head, then kissed her. He was thrilled, never having been so excited. He never dared to imagine this day; previously, he only wished to watch her from afar, satisfied with just a glance. But now, he wanted more. A bottle of wine was knocked off the table by him; he lifted Eleanor Hollis onto the table, relentlessly entangled with her lips. He said genuinely, holding her face. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, glass shards scattered everywhere, but the two clearly didn’t care, losing themselves almost completely. This was Miles Jenkins’s first time. Sweat dripped down his temple, feeling utterly satisfied. He was young, full of energy. It wasn’t until two hours later did they, exhausted, lay in each other’s arms. "Eleanor, you’re beautiful." Ashley Dawson didn’t respond; this boy was quite good. She got up, stepped off the table, avoiding the glass on the floor. "You can’t tell anyone about this, Miles, it’s our secret." Miles Jenkins gazed at her infatuatedly, wishing to relive the recent events. He both thought this and did it, to which Ashley Dawson didn’t object. When everything ended, it was already evening. In high spirits, he supported Ashley Dawson as they left the room. "Are you hungry? Let me take you to eat." Miles Jenkins had never been so happy; just thinking about today, he felt like he was melting. He and Eleanor Hollis, they actually... Laughter filled his eyes and brows, a smile constantly hanging on his lips. Ashley Dawson pushed him away, reaching out to rub his head. "Remember, don’t tell anyone. If you’re obedient, I’ll come find you next time." Miles Jenkins eagerly nodded, watching her get into the car without turning his gaze. He stood there for a long time, not shifting his focus until the car disappeared completely, his heart pounding with excitement. His face flushed with excitement, laughing foolishly; he really had shared something intimate with Eleanor Hollis, even recalling it felt like a dream. "I really didn’t expect you and Eleanor Hollis would dare do such a thing behind Hugo Quinn’s back. Do you think Hugo Quinn would kill you if he found out?" Yvette Jacobs stepped from behind a nearby tree; she had seen Eleanor Hollis and Miles Jenkins’s interaction just now—a pair of despicable people. Eleanor had previously righteously scolded her, claiming she wasn’t worthy of Julian Sterling, but how was this woman fit for Hugo Quinn? Miles Jenkins’s expression changed instantly; he hadn’t expected Yvette Jacobs to be here, and surely she had seen everything. "You can go tell Hugo Quinn, see if he believes you. Yvette Jacobs, sometimes it’s better to know less. Now, you have no one backing you. I suggest you keep a low profile. What do you think?" Yvette Jacobs’s complexion turned pale; Miles was right. Julian Sterling, who had previously supported her, hadn’t done so recently; she couldn’t rely on anyone. That day, she saw Miles Jenkins with the president of Meridian Group; this man had incredible skills, playing two women like fiddles. Yet, be it Lia or Eleanor Hollis, she dared not provoke either. "Miles, don’t be so smug. When Hugo Quinn finds out, you and Eleanor Hollis won’t have peaceful days!" Miles Jenkins grinned; he couldn’t care less about this. At least now, he had Eleanor Hollis. Even if it meant death, he wouldn’t be afraid. Little did he know, the one he had shared intimate moments with wasn’t Eleanor Hollis, but Eleanor’s twin sister, Ashley Dawson. Ashley Dawson had returned to the villa; Marcus had already fallen asleep, which made her relax—at least she didn’t have to look after the child. Updates are released by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 She entered the bathroom, and just as she finished showering, she heard her phone ring. It was Hugo Quinn calling. She was inexplicably nervous, afraid her first word would give her away. After all, she was secretly planning to conceive Hugo Quinn’s child. "Eleanor, are you asleep?" Hugo Quinn’s voice was gentle. Ashley Dawson tightly gripped the phone, "Mm, I’m about to sleep. How are things on your end?" A short sentence, but Hugo Quinn didn’t detect anything abnormal. "It’s alright. I’ll be able to regain control soon. I’ll be back tomorrow, leaving the matters here to someone else." Ashley Dawson’s heart skipped; tomorrow? She hadn’t fully integrated into Eleanor’s life, and if he returned tomorrow, her situation might become difficult. "Alright, I’m waiting for you." She said, hanging up the phone, feeling restless. Hugo Quinn looked at his phone, brow furrowing a bit, as this person seemed slightly... cold. If it were before, Eleanor Hollis would definitely have fussed over him, hearing he was returning would prompt her to say many excited words. With this slight perplexity, he soon fell asleep. The company had been sabotaged on this end, nearly cracking apart. Fortunately, the few chosen executives were very capable, helping stabilize the situation before they contacted him. Had he been any later, several companies might have been given away in vain. The next day, Hugo Quinn got up early again and went to inspect the company. He was very puzzled; previously, Y Country had reconciled with him, why were they intentionally causing trouble again? If not for the local government’s sanction, why would so many companies suddenly decide to challenge Grandeur? Previously, he accidentally killed the prince of Y Country, but he felt no regret. That prince had committed countless horrendous deeds, and in a previous purging, had even sullied several women from Serenford, who had traveled to Y Country and almost committed suicide upon experiencing such atrocities. This man was Y Country’s prince; none dared deal with him. He had shot the man dead then, treating him as a violent criminal. Though he pretended ignorance of the man’s identity, he was still later reprimanded by authorities above. But to avenge compatriots, he felt no regret.