"The methods to make more money than our company are all written in the law; this is the path they chose themselves. Only by destroying this contract will Grandeur avoid getting involved in this mess."
Lan Yancy shivered all over; he hadn’t noticed the little tricks they were playing before. Now that the president mentioned it, he must know something.
"Okay, I’ll do it right away."
Hugo Quinn nodded and continued staring at the computer in front of him.
Once the files were all handled, he checked the time; it was already five in the evening.
He walked to the lounge and found Eleanor Hollis still asleep, reluctant to disturb her.
He took off his shoes as well, climbed onto the bed quietly, pulled her into his arms, and closed his eyes comfortably.
Marcus was brought home by Lan Yancy today as usual, and when he saw his father wasn’t there, his lips pouted high.
Lan Yancy felt conflicted; he couldn’t possibly tell the child that the couple went out on a date and left him behind. That would be too cruel to a child.
"Little Master, the chef has already prepared the meals, why don’t you have dinner first."
But clearly Marcus wasn’t buying it; even though his dad didn’t always pick him up, he would always see him at home. Now he hasn’t even seen a shadow; could that man have gone out behind Mom’s back to meet other women?
He knew Grandpa had been pressing Dad to go on dates recently, he never thought Dad would cave.
"I want to find Dad."
He took out his phone and called Hugo Quinn.
At that moment, Hugo Quinn was enjoying a sweet nap with Eleanor Hollis and furrowed his brows when he heard the call, habitually hanging up.
Marcus was furious to be hung up on and dialed again.
Eleanor Hollis woke up too, opening her drowsy eyes.
"Your phone is ringing."
Hugo Quinn gritted his teeth, wondering who was being so inconsiderate to call twice, but when he saw the caller’s nickname, his anger dissipated.
"Dad, where are you?"
Hugo Quinn put it on speaker, allowing Eleanor Hollis to hear too. She was about to greet Marcus when she heard what he said next.
"Did you go on a date? Grandpa has been nagging you lately, and you just went, right? Is this how you repay Mom?"
Eleanor Hollis’s smile gradually disappeared. Old Master Quinn had been orchestrating blind dates for Hugo Quinn; no wonder he had been so exhausted recently, trying to avoid him.
Hugo Quinn didn’t have time to hang up, betrayed cleanly by his own son.
"I’m with your mom, stop talking nonsense."
Marcus’s voice softened a bit upon hearing this.
"Is Mom with you then?"
Eleanor Hollis said this but didn’t know what else to say, her mood soured by the recent revelation.
"Mom, don’t worry, Dad didn’t go on any dates. I’ll keep an eye on him for you." The source of thɪs content is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
Having realized his mistake, he quickly tried to amend it.
Eleanor Hollis felt a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, this little rascal.
"I know. Be good at home; your Dad will be back soon."
Hugo Quinn actually didn’t feel like going back so soon; after hanging up, he pursed his lips, looking at Eleanor Hollis.
Eleanor Hollis shook her head. It was already seven in the evening; she needed to return to the Hollis Family.
"I have to head back; the old woman of the Hollis Family returned recently."
Hugo Quinn’s face darkened instantly, but he knew not to force things, his face stern as he sent her off to the car.
"This car was bought for you by Nicholas Hollis?"
Seeing Eleanor Hollis in a new car, Hugo felt discontent. Previously, when he offered to get her a car, she refused, yet she accepted one from someone else.
Eleanor Hollis glared at him, feeling somewhat helpless.
"Well, he is my dad; his birthday is coming up. What do you think I should gift him?"
"Whatever you give will be fine."
Hugo Quinn wasn’t really interested, continuously messing with her hair.
"A tie clip then. I better go."
She said this, ready to roll up the window.
Hugo Quinn’s face instantly turned dark; he leaned in slightly, his gaze fixed on her like thorns.
"Leaving just like that?"
Eleanor Hollis’s mouth twitched; she leaned out and left a kiss on his lips.
"Does this satisfy you, you petty man?"
Hugo Quinn beamed at once, finally straightening up, gesturing like he was granting her leave.
Eleanor Hollis rolled her eyes at him, a sweetness rising in her heart, and hurried towards the Hollis Family.
The Hollis Family’s dinner was just ready as she arrived, parking the car outside.
Wendy Sullivan coldly snorted when she saw her return.
"You look like you’ve forgotten home in your happiness outside; do you even remember to come back?"
Eleanor Hollis couldn’t bother arguing with her, sitting down with a faint air.
"There were issues at the company; I stayed a while longer."
Naturally, Wendy Sullivan didn’t believe this; rumors from Serenford had reached her ears recently. She never imagined, after Eleanor’s divorce from Nathaniel Quinn, she’d be mingling with Nathaniel’s uncle. An utter disgrace.
"Is your company actually just Hugo Quinn’s company? You’re really something, aren’t you? There’s never enough shame, is there? Pushing into it as fast as you can, and I heard you even shoved Elder Quinn. If Hugo hadn’t protected you, you’d be in jail by now."
Her words were as sharp as ever, eager to kick Eleanor out right then and there.
Eleanor Hollis furrowed her brow, remaining silent.
"Mom, just stop already!"
Nicholas Hollis had long been unable to bear it; he had thrown her a warning this morning but obviously, she hadn’t listened.
Wendy Sullivan snorted, grabbing her bowl and chopsticks, starting to pick food.
"Some folks think clinging to men is everything; wait and see—when that man ditches her, she’ll have her time to cry!"
Nicholas Hollis had stood up already, a fury on his face.
The old man sat to the side, looking equally grim.
The old lady’s mouth was always venomous; he just hadn’t expected her to attack a young girl personally to such an extent.
"I reckon you should continue your retreats outside tomorrow; ever since you came home, meals have been nothing but noisy, can’t even eat in peace!"
He laid down his chopsticks, staring at Wendy Sullivan with authority.
Wendy Sullivan trembled, flung her chopsticks onto the table instantly.
"What do you mean by this, old man?! Am I an eyesore to you at the Hollis Family?! Eleanor’s already driven Stella and Anna away; are you going to let her drive me away too?! You’re all siding with her, aren’t you? Watch her turn on you one day! She’ll ruin you all! A troublemaker!"
She barely finished speaking when Eleanor Hollis stood up, her expression indifferent, without anger or resentment, but it was this very calmness that made the old master and Nicholas Hollis uncomfortable inside.
"If you’re not eating, it’s saving us food anyway! Hmph!"
Wendy Sullivan continued, collecting Eleanor’s bowl.
Nicholas Hollis flipped the tablecloth abruptly, sending everything crashing to the floor, glaring at Wendy Sullivan with a stormy look.