"I’m the head of Eleanor Winslow’s department!" The department head’s anger flared up.
Eleanor Winslow is ill-mannered, and her brother isn’t any better!
"What’s up with Eleanor Winslow?" Adrian Grant asked impatiently.
"Didn’t I just say it? Eleanor Winslow isn’t cooperating with the department’s arrangements, questions the department leadership, and even threatened me! I’ve been teaching for many years and have never encountered such a disobedient student!"
"Sir, he’s not my guardian; he can’t control me. Telling him won’t make a difference." Eleanor Winslow turned her body to block the department head’s view of Adrian Grant.
She didn’t want Adrian Grant involved in her affairs.
"You’re not her brother?" The department head was bewildered, then carefully scrutinized Adrian Grant’s attire—
The shirt and trousers didn’t show any brand, but the watch was Patek Philippe, and the cufflinks resembled gems, suggesting he’s wealthy!
The department head finally found a fault and pointed at Eleanor Winslow: "Oh, Eleanor Winslow! As a student of Aethelgard University, you actually became someone’s mistress outside? Morally corrupt, you won’t get a direct-to-PhD spot or even a spot for further study!"
Adrian Grant’s face turned completely dark: "I’m Eleanor Winslow’s husband."
"Nonsense! How can someone so young be married!" The department head didn’t believe it one bit; nowadays these young people call each other husband and wife even when just dating.
Eleanor Winslow’s eyes held sarcasm, looking at him as if watching a jumping clown.
Adrian Grant lost patience, made a call: "Hello Principal Sterling, this is Adrian Grant. I’m currently at the college where my wife is studying and encountering some trouble. Is the Dean of the Law Faculty available now?"
Adrian Grant’s wording was respectful, but the content and tone were decidedly forceful.
"You—you’re Adrian Grant?" The department head was stunned, stammering incredulously for confirmation, "The president of Grant Group that d, d ninety million to the school?"
The department head had not seen Adrian Grant before, only heard his name.
Adrian Grant glanced at him disdainfully, not bothering to speak.
"Eleanor, Eleanor Winslow, you two... are really husband and wife?" The department head had to ask Eleanor Winslow for confirmation, cold sweat starting to form.
Eleanor Winslow looked out the window, not wanting to talk to him.
Recalling what he had just said, the department head went pale.
Within five minutes, the dean arrived.
After understanding the situation, he explained the background to Adrian Grant.
"President Grant, I’ll be frank; Student Winslow’s excellence is evident to all, and I greatly admire her. Even across the entire school, Student Winslow is among the best! This matter does indeed seem a bit unfair to Student Winslow, but our department has only one direct-to-PhD position this year, and it has been given to Pearl Morgan—" The dean paused, glanced at Eleanor Winslow, then looked at Adrian Grant, "Your mother, Mrs. Selene Keane, was also involved."
Eleanor Winslow was shocked and widened her eyes.
She suddenly remembered that Pearl’s mother is part of the Grant Family, and seemed to have a good relationship with Selene Keane before her marriage. This text is hosted at novelꜰire.net
Adrian Grant was not the least influenced by Selene Keane’s name and said, "I believe what belongs to my wife should only go to my wife."
Eleanor Winslow hesitated, "Adrian Grant..."
Adrian Grant stepped closer to her: "Eleanor Winslow, if Pearl pleased my mother once, you compromise this time, there’ll be a second and third time."
Eleanor Winslow bit her lip, looking up at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She did not want to compromise.
The law seeks justice, in both professional and personal matters, she did not want to compromise!
"President Grant, are you okay?" The dean suddenly noticed Adrian Grant’s face had gone pale, with beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
"I’m fine." Adrian Grant frowned, couldn’t help but cover his stomach.
"Are you having stomach discomfort?" Eleanor Winslow recalled Adrian Grant had stomach issues, it was already past two in the afternoon, "Have you skipped lunch?"
Adrian Grant hunched his back slightly, looked at Eleanor, "I was about to eat when I got the call from your school."
Eleanor Winslow: "..."
The dean shot a fierce glare at the department head, hurriedly helped Adrian Grant into a sofa, and called to have some medicine sent over from the infirmary.
Eleanor Winslow didn’t want to care about Adrian Grant, but since he had a stomach issue, she couldn’t avoid the responsibility.
She asked coldly, "Shall I go buy you something to eat from the convenience store?"
The dean and the department head flinched at hearing ’convenience store’.
You’re actually suggesting President Grant eat from the school convenience store?
"President Grant, I’ll have someone send food over!" The department head quickly said.
Adrian Grant refused, "I’m not accustomed to it."
The dean understood; someone born with a silver spoon, who grew into a president of a massive group, quite naturally had discerning tastes.
"Student Winslow, looking at today’s circumstances, there’s indeed a misunderstanding. How about I call Pearl Morgan and Mrs. Selene Keane tomorrow to discuss? For now, would you take President Grant to eat?" The dean suggested.
Eleanor Winslow was about to refuse.
The dean said, "The scholarship you previously received was funded by President Grant, you should take good care of President Grant, and this matter will fall to you within the college!"
Adrian Grant stretched out his hand to Eleanor Winslow, waiting for her to support him: "Pardon me, Mrs. Grant."
Eleanor Winslow: "......"
With the scholarship and such responsibility caps being thrust at her, combined with her identity as Adrian Grant’s wife, Eleanor Winslow had no way to refuse.
Next time she applies for a scholarship, she’ll definitely first check the sponsor!
"By the way." Adrian Grant suddenly said, his voice turning cold, "This head has falsely accused a student, his ethics are concerning, and I hope the school will carefully consider whether he is suitable for the position."
As soon as they stepped out of the office, Eleanor Winslow showed her true colors.
She let Adrian Grant lean half of his body on her without supporting him in the slightest; if he fell, it would serve him right.
"I’ll call Charles Rhodes to pick you up." She said expressionlessly.
"Charles is covering my meeting." Adrian Grant replied.
The implication was, if he hadn’t been called to the school to settle her matter, he’d be at the meeting, and now that he was here, Charles couldn’t step away.
Eleanor Winslow wished she could rewind time, rush back when the department head was calling, and disconnect the call!
"The western gate leads to a snack street, they have everything." Eleanor Winslow was unwilling to be alone with Adrian Grant.
The snack street consisted of little private shops and stalls, not particularly sanitary. Eleanor Winslow intentionally tried to nauseate Adrian Grant, hoping this pampered young master would choose to eat a custom-made high-class meal instead.
Unexpectedly, Adrian Grant replied, "Alright."