After gaining her freedom, Eleanor Sterling wiped her mouth. She noticed that Alaric Faulkner’s lips bore the imprint of her lipstick, and she pressed her lips together slightly.
There was a bit of an urge to reach out and wipe it off for him.
Forget it, it wasn’t her who was embarrassed anyway, and since Alaric had made the first move, let him keep it.
Eleanor Sterling walked out of the private room, calmly and collectedly leaving Faye Sterling behind, ignoring the thoroughly dark expression on her face.
Alaric Faulkner narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Eleanor Sterling’s retreating figure, a barely perceptible curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
A moment ago, she hadn’t been completely unresponsive, but she had suppressed it all.
Eleanor Sterling, little trickster, you almost had me fooled.
You want to cut ties? Not a chance!
The reason he was so successful in the business world, reaching his current status, was because he was mad enough.
Any project that caught his eye, he would cling to like a wolf and ultimately devour it.
Did Eleanor Sterling really think she could escape?
Alaric Faulkner slowly withdrew his gaze and proceeded to walk out.
Faye Sterling called out plaintively, "Alaric."
He regarded her with cold indifference, "Go back to the room."
With that, he extended his long legs and left.
From start to finish, Alaric Faulkner had no intention of explaining anything to Faye Sterling.
Faye Sterling’s face was filled with resentment.
Eleanor Sterling actually dared to seduce Alaric Faulkner; she would never let her succeed.
The three of them returned to the room, but the atmosphere had completely changed.
Faye Sterling’s expression was aggrieved, attempting to elicit Alaric Faulkner’s sympathy, to explain what had just happened.
Unfortunately, Alaric Faulkner didn’t even spare her a glance.
She felt even more wronged!
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As soon as the call connected, the anxious voice of the matriarch came through the other end.
"Alaric, come back quickly! Little Star... something’s happened to him!"
Alaric Faulkner’s face darkened, "What happened?"
"Little Star suddenly vomited blood and then fell unconscious. We don’t know what’s going on, it’s driving us crazy. Your grandfather and I don’t know what to do."
Alaric Faulkner was already standing up, speaking in a cold voice, "I’m coming back immediately."
After hanging up, he grabbed Eleanor Sterling’s hand, "Come back to the Faulkner Family with me."
Faye Sterling quickly followed, "Alaric, what’s happened?"
Why was Eleanor Sterling being taken back to the Faulkner Family? She hadn’t even set foot in the Faulkner Family, so what made Eleanor Sterling entitled to enter?
Faye Sterling was driven mad with jealousy.
"What’s wrong?" Eleanor Sterling asked in confusion.
Alaric Faulkner replied, "Something happened to Little Star."
Eleanor Sterling’s body stiffened; she hurriedly grabbed Alaric Faulkner, asking, "What happened to him?"
"I don’t know yet, let’s go back and see."
Hearing that something happened to Estelle Sterling, Eleanor Sterling didn’t hesitate any further. She snatched his keys and pulled Alaric Faulkner out the door.
Reaching the sports car, Eleanor Sterling opened the passenger door, shoved Alaric Faulkner in, and slammed the door shut.
She returned to the driver’s seat, started the car, accelerated smoothly, and the sports car shot out like an arrow off the string.
Faye Sterling, who caught up too late, could only watch helplessly as Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner drove off.
She stomped her foot fiercely!
Damn it, they actually left without her.
But Alaric Faulkner had just said something happened to Estelle Sterling? What could possibly happen to that wild child? Could it be he’s going to die? She had to go see for herself.
Faye Sterling immediately hailed a cab to head to the Faulkner Family estate.
On the road, Eleanor Sterling weaved through traffic, appearing urgent yet calculating accurately.
Alaric Faulkner observed her movements, deep in thought.
It seemed that Eleanor Sterling’s driving skills were quite good?
Clearly, he didn’t know enough about this woman.
She seemed to carry many unsolved mysteries, waiting for him to uncover.