Elijah Hayes pushed the door open, wanting to report the good news, but what he saw was a startling scene.
His pupils constricted, and he yelped, "Sorry, sorry, I’ll leave immediately!"
With that, he ran off without stopping, afraid of being blamed by Alaric Faulkner, ending up as one of the assistants exiled to Africa if he upset him.
Even Faye couldn’t escape it, so how could a mere assistant like him?
Eleanor Sterling heard Elijah’s words.
Her eyes widened, and a wave of anger spread in her chest, as she bit Alaric Faulkner’s lip hard.
The man grunted and released her.
Eleanor pushed him away forcefully and wiped her lips.
So they had already planned to join the gamble, and she foolishly offered herself to be taken advantage of.
When Alaric was pushed, he knocked against his wound, his handsome face changed slightly, and he took a deep breath.
"Is lying fun?" Eleanor said coldly.
The pain on his lip remained, along with a faint taste of blood, and Alaric couldn’t help but click his tongue.
The woman he liked was a thorny rose.
Yet he liked to pick it, not caring even if his hands were covered with blood.
However, to have her approach him voluntarily, this feeling... was quite delightful.
"Are you angry? How about I let you kiss me back?"
Eleanor clenched her fists, resisting the urge to step forward and beat him up.
This man always had a knack for riling her up, making her want to bite him.
After glaring at him, Eleanor turned to leave, but Alaric quickly called out to stop her.
"Wait, aren’t you interested in playing too?"
This piqued Eleanor’s interest, and she looked at Alaric, "What do you mean?"
"The young master is short of money and approached me, I can offer you a profit share and let you invest as well." Alaric offered generously.
He looked at Eleanor with a meaningful gaze, saying, "Consider it as..." a bride price.
Alaric didn’t dare say the last two words, knowing Eleanor would probably roll her eyes at him and walk away if he did.
Honestly, Eleanor was tempted.
She wasn’t short on money, but that didn’t mean she treated it as dirt.
A business with sure profits and high returns for just a portion of investment would tempt anyone.
However, knowing Alaric as a cunning capitalist, it wouldn’t just be about goodwill.
Eleanor looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You really want me to invest? No other conditions?"
Alaric: "Of course, but if you want any, we can discuss."
Eleanor thought that with Alaric’s vast business empire, he wouldn’t bother to scheme over a little money with her, so she let her guard down.
"Alright, I’ll go prepare the money."
Eleanor turned and walked out, and this time Alaric didn’t stop her.
At the door, Elijah saw Eleanor come out and quickly grinned, "Eldest Miss Sterling, finished talking with President Faulkner?"
"Yes." Eleanor responded coldly and then left directly.
Only then did Elijah enter the hospital room.
Alaric was sitting on the hospital bed, the hospital gown slightly disheveled, and the corner of his mouth seemed slightly red, looking like a demon who had just feasted on lifeblood.
Elijah was stunned by this spectacular handsomeness.
His boss was truly attractive, so why didn’t Eleanor feel anything for him? She always went against him.
Seeing Elijah come in, Alaric spoke, "How did it go?"
"Master An agreed, he probably knows that with one more person sharing the pot, he gets one penny less." Elijah reported. This content belongs to novel⟡fire.net
Alaric smiled, "At least he’s sensible."
Thinking of Eleanor’s blushing face and pink-tipped ears when she left, Elijah cleared his throat.
He said, "President Faulkner, regarding the gamble between Eldest Miss Sterling and Faye Sterling this time."
It seems it’s no longer just their issue, I’m afraid Madam will intervene on Faye’s behalf."