"Which pretty boy?" Eleanor Winslow didn’t react immediately.
Adrian Grant lowered his gaze with a chuckle: "Already found someone new? Quite fast."
It was only then Eleanor remembered she fabricated a story about a new romantic interest with a senior.
Fine, let it be a pretty boy then.
Eleanor said, "He’s not in a hurry, I’m the one who’s anxious."
Ha, already defending him, eagerly trying to establish a label!
Adrian Grant squinted, his expression growing more grim: "Eleanor, today you person, tomorrow you like another. Have you really sincerely liked anyone?"
Eleanor had been pursued by various young boys since childhood. During her school years, she had an excellent temperament, was pretty, and treated everyone with warmth and courtesy. Adrian Grant couldn’t discern who she was really with.
"Certainly not as sincere as President Grant, who can even give the ambassador role of ’Yao’ to Mia Winslow."
Eleanor clapped her hands, smilingly praised, "President Grant has always been generous to Mia Winslow, relentlessly so!"
After Mia Winslow’s hand injury, losing her chance in piano, she swiftly transitioned to the broadcast hosting path. Since university, Grant Group has offered her numerous special programs and sponsored column shows. Just two years after graduation, Mia Winslow is already quite a well-known host.
To represent a luxury brand as a second-tier host is unique in entertainment, and this time her worth will skyrocket again!
For all these, Adrian Grant paved the way for Mia Winslow, professionally guiding her to the altar!
Adrian Grant keenly sensed something, asking: "Are you angry over this? If you want the endorsement, I can—"
Eleanor interrupted Adrian Grant with an indifferent face, too lazy even to offer a fake smile.
She cherishes a brand endorsement?
She, a law student, needs brand endorsements for what?
Clearly, he was trying to use the endorsement to silence her!
Eleanor looked at Adrian Grant coldly, suddenly changing her mind, and walked back.
The delicate pad of her finger brushed against the handsome man’s cheek, her little face moving closer.
Adrian Grant sat upright, allowing Eleanor to sit astride him.
The two were merely inches apart, with nose to nose, breaths entwined as if they were about to kiss the next second.
The surrounding temperature unconsciously rose.
Adrian Grant raised his eyebrow slightly, relaxed his body against the chair back, and held her slender waist with one hand.
"What if I say, I just want ’Yao’?" Eleanor exhaled softly, deliberately tender and coquettish, "Brother, would you agree?"
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The sweet, syrupy ’brother’ made one’s heart itch.
Adrian Grant lowered his gaze, suddenly and without hesitation, held the back of her head and kissed her!
Eleanor’s eyes widened in shock.
Two seconds later, realizing, she instantly pushed him away!
Her wrist was controlled by the man as if he foresaw it, followed by a light turn which sent her spinning.
She was pressed between a man’s embrace and the desk while being kissed!
"Mmm! Let... mmm mmm..."
The lack of oxygen from the deep kiss made Eleanor’s body go limp, unable to resist even a little.
Only when breathing became difficult did the man finally graciously release her.
He gazed down at her, his eyes profound and dark, like a predatory carnivore eyeing its prey.
Eleanor unhesitatingly slapped him, disdainfully wiped her mouth.
The slap resounded sharply in the silent president’s office.
Getting slapped, the man furrowed his brows, biting his molars, the sound forcing its way through clenched teeth, hoarse: "Eleanor, you’re the only one who’ve dared to slap me."
Lucky this time being kissed left little strength, probably won’t leave fingerprints.
Eleanor showed no fear, full of disdain, still catching her breath, panting, "Don’t disgust me with your filthy mouth!"
Adrian Grant pinched her chin, sneering: "This mouth just kissed you, filthy?"