Eleanor Sterling: "..."
Looking at the extra ribs in her bowl, Eleanor Sterling was at a loss for words.
What kind of sin had she committed? It seemed like keeping Micah Moss here was a mistake.
But the most infuriating was Estelle Sterling. If he hadn’t been so loud, how could it have been this awkward? Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novelFɪre.net
Eleanor shot him a look, and Estelle immediately shrank back, too scared to say anything further.
He gave Caleb Faulkner a glance: Sorry, brother, there’s nothing I can do.
Thankfully, the rest of the meal passed smoothly, though Eleanor felt like she hadn’t enjoyed her food, fearing something unexpected might happen.
After the meal, Alaric Faulkner nonchalantly glanced at Micah Moss, "It’s getting late, Assistant Moss, when are you leaving?"
Micah replied coolly, "No rush, Eleanor might still need to discuss some business with me."
Regarding Alaric’s attempt to send him away, Micah handled it with ease and even turned the tables.
Later, they could be alone to discuss business matters.
Alaric sneered, "You, a grown man, staying here is inappropriate. Work matters should be resolved during office hours. Only those who aren’t capable bring work home."
Micah’s face twitched. Staying here isn’t appropriate?
Heh, if staying isn’t appropriate for him, then is it appropriate for Alaric Faulkner? Isn’t he a man too?
Eleanor watched the back-and-forth between the two, feeling utterly exasperated.
"Ahem, I see you two are having a good conversation. I’ll head back to my room. You two chat."
With that, she promptly ran off.
Estelle and Caleb watched Eleanor’s fleeing figure, then looked at the remaining Alaric and Micah.
"I’m going back to my room."
The two retreated to their rooms together, leaving only Micah and Alaric in the living room.
Micah looked at Alaric and said warmly, "President Faulkner, I heard that you’re a bit short on cash recently and came to ask Eleanor for help. It just so happens that I’ve recently come into some unexpected money. Need help?"
Alaric’s thin lips curled into a cold smile.
Kidding, that money of yours was something I arranged to flow to you personally.
The banker behind that high-stakes gamble was him!
"No need, I don’t accept help from strangers."
Micah’s face darkened slightly, "But you staying with Eleanor will trouble her."
It was obvious Eleanor was avoiding Alaric.
Though it was unclear how Alaric managed to stay at Eleanor’s place, she definitely didn’t want to get involved with him.
Alaric propped his chin up, smiling, "Oh? I’m troubling her? Hmm... did she tell you that?"
Micah hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but in the end, he stayed silent.
Alaric slowly closed in, shamelessly saying, "Women always say one thing and mean another. Every night when I kiss her, she always tells me to get lost, but in reality, she enjoys it a lot..."
Micah’s face darkened further, clenched fists, breath quickening slightly.
When it comes to thick skin, he really couldn’t compete with Alaric.
Was he going to lose on this front?
In the end, Micah was utterly defeated by Alaric Faulkner, leaving in a dejected state.
Inside her room, Eleanor naturally heard the back-and-forth, the verbal battle between the two.
She was practically spitting blood in frustration.
But she couldn’t go out. If she joined the fray, it might get so awkward that she’d want to jump out of the window.
After thinking for a while, Eleanor quietly took out her phone and dialed her assistant Liam Keene’s number.
"Hey, get me a ticket for the morning flight to Aethelgard. Hurry, the Hayes Family’s surgery can proceed."
Liam was baffled after hearing this.
"What? Why the rush? Did you get bitten by a dog?"
Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Don’t worry about it."
After hanging up, Eleanor took a deep breath.
She needed to escape here as soon as possible and take some time to calm down...