Eleanor looked around nervously, feeling like she was in a pit full of devils, surrounded by dark creatures ready to consume her.Seeing her hesitation, Laurie walked over, grabbed Eleanor's phone, and started calling Alexander: “Give me back my phone! Don’t call Alexander!"“Like hell I will! If you don’t want me to call that bastard, do you want to see the Marshall family destroyed? You’re such a disgrace!”Laurie cursed at Eleanor and then shouted into the phone as it connected: “Alexander, if you don’t come back, your wife is going to cheat on you! Hahaha.""Eleanor, how is she? I’m warning you all, if anyone so much as touches a single hair on Eleanor’s head, I’ll make sure none of you get out alive!" Alexander’s furious voice came through the phone. Laurie scoffed: “How dare you act tough in this situation? The people you offended in Stormwatch have come to settle the score, and our family is about to be ruined because of you two. If you don’t come back, we’ll sell Eleanor off!

Sigmund was taken aback. They had barged into the Marshall family’s headquarters, yet claimed they weren’t here for the family? What a joke!"Then, may I ask who you’re looking for?" Sigmund asked in bewilderment."Clear the way."Primo commanded coolly, and the guards parted like a wave, revealing a path forward.Walden and Sigmund scrutinized Primo carefully, realizing they didn’t recognize him.But judging by Primo’s attire, they concluded that he was no ordinary man.Hiring a team of guards was not difficult—many wealthy individuals could afford a squad. But Primo’s sophisticated style was unmistakable, signaling a refinement beyond what nouveau riche could achieve. True aristocracy took time to cultivate, a depth that money alone couldn’t buy.Primo straightened his clothes, adopting a more serious expression as he stepped forward along the path formed by the guards, stopping at the meeting room door.Frowning at Walden and Sigmund, who were blocking his way, Primo said irritably

Riker froze, lowering his head in submission. “Young Master Reynolds, what would you like us to do with them next?” Primo asked respectfully. “They’re just insects. My wife is merciful, she dislikes killing. You can go.” Alexander said lightly. Eleanor cast a sidelong glance at Alexander, barely holding back a smile. Riker and his group, visibly relieved, scrambled to their feet, bowing as they mumbled: “Thank you, thank you, Youn

Meanwhile, as Alexander and Eleanor returned home, they heard laughter coming from the living room, a sign that there were guests.When they entered, they found Valeria in a lively conversation with a woman about her age."Eleanor, come here. This is Aunt Sims. She usually held you when you were a baby.” Valeria enthusiastically introduced the woman to Eleanor, completely ignoring Alexander by her side.Aunt Sims’ name was Jean Sims. Her appearance was modest yet undeniably high-end, wearing luxurious brands. On her finger sparkled an enormous ruby ring, and a Vacheron Constantin watch adorned her wrist.Jean, though opulently dressed, had once been Valeria’s colleague. However, years ago, her family business abroad called her away from Golden Harbor, and she took on part of her family’s operations.Now, under Jean’s management, her business had flourished, with much of it handed over to her son, Cisco Sims.Cisco handled the company’s affairs competently, but his marriage prospects h

Valeria glared at Alexander’s back, then leaned close to Eleanor and said softly: “Don’t feel sorry for him. The sooner you cut ties with this deadbeat, the better.”“No way, we’re not breaking up.” Eleanor replied firmly.“What am I supposed to say to you? You’re standing before a tremendous opportunity, yet you’re being foolish.” Valeria said, frustrated and disappointed.“When Phineas was here, you said the same thing, urging me to divorce Alexander to be with him. Now Cisco shows up, and you’re saying the same thing—divorce Alexander to be with Cisco. What do you really think of me, Mother?” Eleanor said angrily, a hint of resentment in her voice.Valeria blushed, clearly flustered: “It’s normal for people to seek better prospects. Who hasn’t done a bit of ‘finding a steed after losing a donkey’ before?”Eleanor turned away, her face cold, and took a seat far from Cisco.Jean and Cisco’s expressions soured, and Valeria tried to smooth things over: “My daughter is stubborn. Please,