Faye Sterling had just returned from outside when she heard this sentence.
Instantly, she felt like she’d been struck by a bolt from the blue, looking at Alaric Faulkner with a face full of shock and disbelief in her eyes.
The person who backed Eleanor Sterling’s re-election was actually Alaric Faulkner! Did he invest in Eleanor Sterling?
Faye Sterling hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Alaric, did you really invest in Eleanor Sterling, enabling her to participate in Miss Sheffield’s jewelry design?"
"Yes." Alaric Faulkner glanced at her and admitted directly.
Faye Sterling’s body swayed slightly, her eyes turning cold, and she couldn’t help but clench her hands at her sides.
She felt herself being openly humiliated.
Her man had actually invested in another woman, assigning her to design, which made her utterly lose face if word got out.
The invitation she received earlier, and now the news she just learned, were each destroying her inner peace, igniting an overwhelming fury.
Alaric Faulkner didn’t seem to care about her distress at all.
Beside them, James Sheffield had already panicked, trying to smooth things over, having missed such a great opportunity!
Shannon Sheffield looked at Alaric Faulkner with an innocent expression and said, "Mr. Faulkner, it’s not that I wanted to change the jewelry design. Actually, I thought Eleanor Sterling’s draft was beautiful!
I was just forced to choose Thea’s Jewelry’s design. You’re not angry, are you?"
She appeared helpless, showing great disdain for Faye Sterling’s design.
Alaric Faulkner’s eyes turned slightly cold as he said, "Of course, this is Miss Sheffield’s choice."
The Sheffield Family could choose not to use Eleanor Sterling’s design, and he could also choose not to cooperate with the Sheffield Family.
James Sheffield understood what Alaric Faulkner meant, feeling even more regretful inside.
If he had known that the person behind Eleanor Sterling was Alaric Faulkner, he would have chosen her design, even under pressure.
At this moment, Alaric Faulkner’s phone vibrated.
He took a look; it was a message from Eleanor Sterling asking if he was at the party.
Alaric Faulkner’s thin lips curled slightly.
He directly strode away; just now, he had seen Eleanor Sterling heading towards the restroom.
Faye Sterling’s eyes were fierce as she watched Alaric Faulkner’s departing figure, her resentment towards Eleanor Sterling growing stronger.
Eleanor Sterling, she must bring her down!
In the restroom, Eleanor Sterling waited for a while. The mysterious benefactor had not replied to her message, so she could only put away her phone and twist the door handle to leave.
As soon as the door opened a crack, a cold aura assaulted her face!
Someone pushed the door open, grabbed her waist, and shoved her back inside, with a strong figure squeezing in with her.
Eleanor Sterling was pressed against the wall, and the door slammed shut with a ’bang’.
She was trapped in an embrace, with two strong arms on either side, forming an inescapable cage that imprisoned her within. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on noᴠelfire.net
Eleanor Sterling’s brows furrowed, and she was about to reach for a silver needle for self-defense.
But she was enveloped by a familiar aura and looked up.
The next second, she collided with a pair of deep black eyes.
"President Faulkner, what are you trying to do?"
The Sheffield’s restroom wasn’t small, but he had cornered her, inexplicably increasing the intimacy between them.
Alaric Faulkner reached out, gently stroking Eleanor Sterling’s lips as he whispered, "My date is very beautiful." Daring one to want to get closer.
Eleanor Sterling frowned, unsure if he was referring to her makeup tonight or her as a person.
"Thank you for the compliment, President Faulkner, but you can let go of me now. If someone sees us, I’m afraid rumors about us will be all over Veridia City by tomorrow."
Although she had used Alaric Faulkner’s invitation earlier, it was because she knew Faye Sterling wouldn’t dare speak out that she boldly took it.
She really didn’t want to be associated with Alaric Faulkner.
Alaric Faulkner chuckled, not releasing Eleanor Sterling. Instead, he wickedly moved his handsome face closer.
Their breaths mingled, intensifying the already intimate atmosphere in the confined space.
Alaric Faulkner, with a hint of a smile, lifted her chin. "I’m actually quite looking forward to rumors about us."
If rumors truly spread, Eleanor Sterling would inevitably suffer, as people would only think she seduced Alaric Faulkner.
This threat meant nothing to him.