Adrian Grant glanced at the Purple Jade Bracelet on her left wrist but said nothing; however, that look made Eleanor Winslow inexplicably guilty.
She used someone else’s gift as a private bet, which was somewhat improper.
But talking to Adrian Grant about being proper?
"It would be even better if Young Master Grant hadn’t shown up." Eleanor Winslow pretended not to notice Adrian Grant’s gaze, "Young Master Grant, enjoy yourself."
Adrian Grant was amused by her, his eyes slightly shadowed.
Because of Adrian Grant’s appearance, Eleanor Winslow attracted more attention at Blake Lockwood’s birthday party than Blake Lockwood himself.
Unfortunately, after closely observing, people still didn’t see any further interaction between Adrian Grant and Eleanor Winslow, greatly disappointing the gossips!
The birthday party reached the second half.
Suddenly, Eleanor Winslow received a phone call.
Jeanette Grant’s crying voice came through the receiver, very low-pitched: "Eleanor, Eleanor Winslow, help me... help me..."
"What’s wrong with you?" Eleanor Winslow’s relaxed nerves tensed instantly, "Jeanette Grant, where are you?"
"A—a club... please don’t, don’t tell my family, okay?"
After hanging up the phone, Eleanor Winslow looked around, tried to find Adrian Grant, and left after a quick word with Blake Lockwood.
"Is something urgent? Want me to go with you?" Blake Lockwood noticed Eleanor Winslow’s urgency but was worried.
"You’re the birthday star, how could you come with me? It’s Jeanette Grant, she has a little issue, should be no trouble." Eleanor Winslow gave her a hug, "Happy birthday, my dear Blake!"
Eleanor Winslow jogged away, faint discussions echoed behind her:
"Is Eleanor Winslow leaving?"
"On Blake Lockwood’s birthday, she’s leaving early, could it be that Adrian Grant scolded her away?"
"Surely, they’re getting divorced, Adrian Grant would never want to stay under the same roof with her. If it were between Adrian Grant and Eleanor Winslow, the Hawthorne Family would certainly choose Adrian Grant!"
Eleanor Winslow: "..."
So that’s how rumors start!
The club Jeanette Grant mentioned is a famous money-burning hole in Aethelgard.
Eleanor Winslow headed straight to the second floor where the VIP suite was located.
As soon as she reached the door, two suited black-clad bodyguards blocked her way.
"My sister’s inside." Eleanor Winslow maintained a polite smile.
Not only did the bodyguards not let her in, but they also fully blocked the door to V999, sternly saying, "No such person, get lost!"
Eleanor Winslow’s smile turned cold, "Which family are you from? Do you know whose family that young girl inside belongs to?"
The bodyguard snorted dismissively, "Another bluffer, if you don’t leave now, I’ll beat you—ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Eleanor Winslow had already thrown the talking man to the ground with an over-the-shoulder move, swiftly dislocating one of his arms.
Seeing this, the other rushed towards her.
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Eleanor Winslow glanced at them in disdain and pushed the door open.
In the dim light, Jeanette Grant was being pinned down on the sofa by a blond young master, her clothes were stripped off, leaving only her bra, utterly disheveled.
Several men and women sat scattered around, giggling at this forceful scene, with one person holding a camera to take pictures of Jeanette Grant.
"Let me go! I’ll pay! I really can pay you back! Don’t take my picture!" Jeanette Grant sobbed.
The chaotic scene angered Eleanor Winslow deeply.
She strode over and shoved the blond young master hard.
Unprepared, he was pushed to the ground, stupefied, then shouted angrily after a few seconds, "Where the hell did you come from, you bitc—beautiful woman!"
By the time he said the last two words, his expression had changed from anger to infatuation.
"Oh, here comes another one!" someone nearby said excitedly, "She’s gorgeous! Even better than the celeb we had last week!"
Eleanor Winslow took off her jacket and covered Jeanette Grant with it, shielding her: "How are you?"
"I’m okay... woo..." Jeanette Grant, feeling wronged, shed tears easily, "Sister-in-law..."
No acknowledgment when there’s no problem, sister-in-law when there is.
"Young Master Thompson, this woman, this woman knows how to fight!" The bodyguard climbed up, holding his dislocated arm, viciously saying.
Jeanette Grant hadn’t expected that Eleanor Winslow could actually fight!
Immediately, she stopped crying and pointed at the blond, "Third sister-in-law, beat them up!"
Eleanor Winslow: "..."
Not much combat strength, quite a sense of revenge.
"Who do you want to beat? Hahahahaha!" The blond laughed loudly, eyeing Eleanor Winslow, "Pretty lady, you could handle two, but can you handle so many of us? With those slender arms and legs, I’m afraid they won’t keep our brothers entertained all night!"
The others laughed along, all standing up.
Malice was almost palpable in the air.
Eleanor Winslow looked at them expressionlessly, "Being able to enter the VIP suite of this club, you must have heard of the Grant Family?"
"Here we go again saying you’re from the Grant Family? This little beauty already said that earlier!" The blond was dismissive, "The Grant Family has their own clubs, what are you doing here at ours? Bragging without using your brain!"
Eleanor Winslow shot a scornful look at Jeanette Grant: Don’t you Grants have clubs to play in, why’d you run to this unfamiliar hellhole!
Jeanette Grant shrank her neck, too guilty to meet Eleanor Winslow’s eyes.
"Get them, handle these two right here!" The blond signaled his men.
The men’s eyes gleamed, and the hostesses withdrew to one side.
"Jeanette Grant, I’ll deal with you later!" Eleanor Winslow grabbed a nearby wine bottle.
Just as she was about to make a move, a group of black-clad staff rushed in!
Eleanor Winslow muttered bad luck and was about to call Blake Lockwood, but the staff directly subdued the blond and company!
"Miss Winslow, are you okay?" one of the bodyguards asked Eleanor Winslow.
Eleanor Winslow froze, "You are—?"
"Our boss’s last name is Jacobs; he’s currently your senior."
"Julian Jacobs?" Eleanor Winslow immediately reacted, "This is the Jacobs Family’s business?"
Eleanor Winslow let out a heavy sigh of relief, putting down the wine bottle in her hand.
She almost had prepared herself to end up at the police station waiting for Blake Lockwood to come to bail her out!
The blond and others looked at Eleanor Winslow and Jeanette Grant in terror: "You, you guys are really from the Grant Family, right? This is all a misunderstanding!"
They were full of grievances: "No, no way someone from a grand family like the Grant’s would come to another’s club to sell fake cigarettes, right?! And you said voting for your idol would get discounts, crazy!"
The last sentence nearly made Eleanor Winslow’s mind stall, she looked at Jeanette Grant incredulously.
Jeanette Grant felt wronged: "I didn’t know those cigarettes were fake! And is offering discounts bad? Got too much money burning a hole in your pocket? Plus, I said I’d compensate tenfold if they’re fake, but you didn’t want to!"
Eleanor Winslow didn’t want to hear it anymore: "Alright, shut up!"