When the ointment in her palm dried, she picked up her phone and noticed the message from Rachel Lynch.
Her face fell, then she sighed and put the phone down.
Hugo Quinn was still applying the ointment for her; hearing her sigh, he looked up and asked.
"It seems like Claire Shaw is scheming against me again, never ending."
"Don’t go out for a while; she’s probably going abroad and won’t stay long in Serenford. Eleanor, listen to me this time, I don’t want you to get into trouble again."
Hugo’s eyes were serious, recalling the last time he saw this person curled up in a corner covered in blood, his heart still aches.
A warmth surged in Eleanor Hollis’ heart, she curved her lips slightly, but said with disdain.
Just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang, and the servant opened the door; it was Samantha Sullivan and Gloria Galloway who came in.
Hugo was still applying medicine on Eleanor and paused awkwardly when he saw them come in.
Samantha and Gloria didn’t think much of it, they quickly came to the sofa.
"Why didn’t you tell us when you got into trouble? If Gloria hadn’t noticed you weren’t at the company for several days, we wouldn’t have known until you fully recovered."
Samantha’s face was angry, seeing the band of scars around Eleanor’s waist, her brows furrowed tightly, she couldn’t imagine how severe the injuries were.
Eleanor lay on the sofa, waving her hand.
"Didn’t want you guys to worry."
Samantha saw Hugo earnestly applying medicine on Eleanor, she fully trusted this man and felt happy for her friend. After so many ups and downs, she’s finally found a reliable place to belong.
"Eleanor, your scars are terrifying."
Gloria said empathetically, girls love beauty, especially when it’s on the waist; what if it leaves a scar?
Eleanor picked up the ointment from the coffee table, waving it in front of Gloria.
"Look, see this? It was recommended by your idol, it’s said to completely remove scars. If I find it effective, I’ll give you feedback."
Gloria’s eyes lit up, almost snatching the jar, hearts fluttering in her eyes.
"So, this is the kind of ointment my idol uses. Suddenly, he feels so close."
Eleanor and Samantha both pouted, what a strong fan filter she has, feeling close just because of an ointment.
Gloria was lost in her own fantasy, not paying attention to their expressions.
Finally, Hugo finished applying the ointment and laid Eleanor’s shirt down over her waist.
Samantha and Gloria rarely came together, and the three of them cozied up on the sofa, discussing recent hit TV shows. Finally, Gloria hesitantly spoke up.
"I... I want to apply to be my idol’s assistant. His current assistant is resigning."
Samantha and Eleanor were stunned, they hadn’t heard a thing about this.
Eleanor frowned, Hugo had told her about Julian Sterling, it seemed he had someone else special in his heart. If Gloria pursued him single-mindedly, she’d only end up hurt.
"Julian has someone he likes. Since you’re not too deeply involved yet, it’s best to withdraw now. Hugo said that woman is quite important to him."
Gloria’s body stiffened, but she clenched her fists.
"This is the closest I’ve ever been to him, and I want to give it a try. If I don’t seize this opportunity, I’ll regret it later, and assistants for stars earn quite a bit, which is about the same as my current salary. If I do a good job, it could even increase."
Seeing Gloria’s determination, they didn’t persuade her further.
In the evening, Gloria and Samantha stayed for dinner, with Marcus playfully calling them "sisters," making them laugh heartily.
Eleanor couldn’t help but chuckle, what a charming kid.
When Samantha and Gloria were leaving, she saw them off and then returned, holding Marcus’ hand.
"Mommy, are those your good friends?"
Marcus looked up; since mommy rarely went out to socialize, he thought she didn’t have any friends.
"Yes, for now, I only have those two friends."
She took him to the second floor; Marcus said he wanted to do his homework, so she went downstairs to continue watching her TV show.
Meanwhile, at the Shaw Family villa, Claire was persistently persuading Felicity Ford, hoping she would help her this time.
"Mom, I heard that person is recently in Serenford; the issue reported in the news last time was his doing. As long as we pay enough, Eleanor Hollis won’t live much longer."
Felicity’s brows twitched constantly; how did Claire know things she had no clue about?
"Claire, how much do they want?"
It seemed like she was willing to help Claire.
Claire dashed into her embrace, coyly saying.
"Mom, I knew you were the best."
The man received the money the next afternoon; upon seeing the name on his computer, his brows furrowed.
Want him to kill Eleanor Hollis?
He recalled last time’s egg and bunny buns, as well as that bowl of soft, sticky porridge.
Not mentioning Eleanor’s life-saving grace to him, just those few buns were enough to spare her life.
He was an impulsive person; he never decided whom to kill based on buyers, but his own mood.
He refused the deal without hesitation. Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Claire was infuriated seeing the deal turned down. Wasn’t it supposed to be that as long as there was money, he was willing to take any job?
Was Quentin Quinn deceiving her? That damned man, she trusted him so much!
Since Quentin was forced out of the country, he harbored a grudge and wanted to deal a fatal blow to his fourth brother. But Hugo always cared little for other things, except for Eleanor Hollis, who he adored deeply. So he found a way to strike at him.
He intentionally leaked the man’s information to Claire, hoping she’d use it to eliminate Eleanor.
However, neither anticipated he would refuse the deal.
Claire, unable to swallow her anger, immediately typed on the keyboard.
"If you’re afraid of retaliation from Hugo Quinn, I can add more money. As long as you kill Eleanor Hollis, whatever the price, I’ll add it!"
Quentin said this person had never failed; if he accepted, Eleanor was bound to die!
The man was already a bit impatient; everyone knew his rule: once a message was refused, it would never be reconsidered.
"Your name? It’s best not to use another name to try and fool me."
Seeing his response, Claire thought he was about to agree, so she immediately typed in her real name.
The man saw this name, briefly searched his mind, and understood; it turns out to be that woman from the Shaw family.