Chapter 93 Seeking New Opportunities
Quinn's hand holding the glass trembled slightly as she glared at Eleanor with hatred. She didn't dare to bet against Eleanor.
Sebastian's attitude towards Eleanor suddenly improved. He had meals with Eleanor together and only ate the dishes made by Eleanor.
Her dreams had already been ruined, and she couldn't afford to be driven out of the Moore family.
"Eleanor, don't be so smug. I won't let you succeed." Hailey reminded her with a smile.
Eleanor stood up gracefully, looked at her, and said with a calm tone, "Ms. Logan, I've already succeeded."
Hailey choked, angrily looking at Eleanor. Did she really lose?
She had tried various methods to seduce Sebastian, but he remained indifferent to her.
Eleanor kindly reminded her. "Ms. Logan, instead of focusing on me, you should go find someone to save your father. After all, your family relies on your father's support. If your father falls, you'll lose your status as a young lady."
Her words undoubtedly hit Hailey's sore spot.
She came here tonight to meet her father's old friends and see if they could help her family. Now the Logan family was in a difficult situation. If Sebastian didn't help them, it'd be hard for them to stage a comeback.
But when she met her father's old friends, as soon as she approached, they found an excuse to leave and those who didn't leave outright declined her request.
Hailey was furious. These people, whom her father had led them to make their fortune, were now avoiding her when the Logan family was in trouble.
The stock market had already hit its limit, and the lawyer said there was no evidence to prove that her father had bribed anyone. However, the person who was bribed was found to have taken bribes, which made it difficult to handle.
Eleanor looked at Hailey, who was lost in thought. Then she smiled and slowly left.
Hailey came back to her senses, only to see Eleanor's elegant figure, which was wicked yet seductive.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Eleanor had just arrived at the drinks area when she was bumped into by someone, and both of their clothes were stained with red wine.
Eleanor slowly looked up at her and said with a cold tone, "It's you who bumped into me."
She didn't cause trouble, but she wasn't afraid of those who stirred up trouble either. If these people wanted to pick on her, she'd retaliate against them.
The woman was wearing a high-end white dress, the latest design from Phoenix Studio, which was the ceiling of white dresses. She was a full-breasted woman, looking very beautiful.
The dress looked good on her, which didn't ruin the designer's craftsmanship.
She looked arrogantly at Eleanor. "You bumped into me first. This dress is very expensive. You must compensate me and apologize to me on your knees."
Eleanor's gaze suddenly turned cold. Compensate for the dress? And apologize on her knees?
What was she dreaming?
"Miss, you bumped into me first. The wine spilled on you as well as me. The dress I'm wearing is also expensive. If you don't compensate me for the dress and kneel down to apologize, I won't let it go." That was Eleanor's character.
She believed in this code of conduct: If you're strong, I'm stronger! If you're ruthless, I'm more ruthless!
There were still many unknown dangers waiting for her at tonight's banquet.
As Sebastian's wife, she had always been very conscious of this.
At that moment, another woman walked over with elegant steps, looking arrogantly at Eleanor.
"Eleanor, Ms. Blake is someone you can't afford to provoke. You'd better kneel down and apologize to her quickly."
Eleanor didn't know her and smiled with a hint of wickedness. "Oh! I'm curious, how can I not afford to offend her? In Grona, I only heard that Sebastian was the one who couldn't be offended. When did Ms. Blake come into the picture?" Her voice exuded an unattainable nobility.
The woman was left speechless by her words.
Upon hearing this, Rylee gritted her teeth in anger. Eleanor was Sebastian's wife, so she dared not be too presumptuous.
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