Eleanor Sterling returned to Faulkner Family and immediately interrogated Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner, asking if they had used a fake account to mess with Jonathan Jennings.
Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner looked aggrieved.
"We didn’t mess with him. Daddy wanted us to help. He said the Jennings Family doesn’t support him, so asked us to handle the old man."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Sterling was speechless.
Alaric Faulkner, for real, even uses the kids.
After realizing they had no ill intentions, Eleanor Sterling didn’t pursue the matter further, only reminding them to watch their limits and not to provoke the old man into falling ill.
The two repeatedly promised.
Leaving their room, as she entered her own, Eleanor Sterling received a long-awaited call. She glanced at it.
Since the last auction, she hadn’t seen him in a while. Now suddenly calling, could it be a relapse?
Without thinking much, she quickly swiped to answer.
Jordan Hawthorne chuckled, "Nightfall just accepted an order. Someone paid a hefty sum for a life. Guess who."
Eleanor Sterling’s face sank as she impatiently said, "Don’t beat around the bush, just say it."
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Eleanor Sterling’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Jordan Hawthorne didn’t hide it, laughing, "Miss Claire Truman from the Truman Family."
Nightfall is in Country K, so it’s normal for Claire Truman to seek them out. She just didn’t know Eleanor Sterling knew Jordan Hawthorne.
Jordan Hawthorne knew Yvette Ray was Eleanor’s friend and gave her this favor.
Hearing Claire Truman’s name, Eleanor Sterling couldn’t help but curse.
Ronan Keating and Claire Truman had targeted Yvette Ray repeatedly. Did Yvette dig their ancestors’ grave in her past life for them to keep hounding her?
"Got it, I owe you one."
Eleanor Sterling was about to hang up, but Jordan Hawthorne spoke up, "Wait!"
"Is there anything else?"
"I heard you married Alaric Faulkner? It’s somewhat regrettable. I thought you were my future wife.
If one day Alaric Faulkner doesn’t want you, remember to come to me. I’ll send the strongest assassin in the organization to deal with him."
Eleanor Sterling was a bit speechless. She chuckled, "Alright. I hope that day never comes. We’ll send you an invitation to the wine party then."
"Regarding Yvette’s matter, I’ll get back to you later. You deal with Claire Truman first and don’t let her approach others."
After hanging up, Eleanor Sterling’s eyes darkened.
It’s better to have Nightfall console Claire Truman first than for her to seek out others.
Otherwise, Yvette Ray would truly be exposed to danger, which is indeed unrewarding.
At this moment, Alaric Faulkner walked in from outside.
He saw Eleanor’s stern expression and immediately approached, wrapping his arms around her waist, asking softly, "What’s wrong? What happened?"
"Yvette Ray is in trouble!"
Eleanor told Alaric about Yvette’s situation. After listening, Alaric Faulkner frowned.
After a moment, he finally spoke, "If I were you, I would use this opportunity to break up the two completely."
Eleanor had been too angry earlier to think much. Now hearing Alaric say this, she was surprised to look at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Turn the tables, let the mastermind reveal themselves."