CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: ONE MORE WON’T MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Besides, Grandeur Group is so big, who knows how many idle positions there are?

Adding one more Eleanor Hollis wouldn’t be too much.

But hearing this, Eleanor felt uncomfortable.

Even if she were to go to that person’s company, she would work hard, at least to be worthy of her salary.

"I’ll think about it again."

It’s not that she’s being emotional; as long as there’s a slightest chance, she doesn’t want to go to Grandeur.

Hugo Quinn’s lips curved slightly; no matter how many resumes this person submits, it’s all the same.

He had already instructed his subordinates that as soon as Eleanor submits a resume, Grandeur Group should immediately call her and tell them not to hire anyone.

That’s the reason Eleanor hasn’t received any interview opportunities for so many days.

Grandeur Group is a super large company, with countless cooperating companies, unimaginable connections and resources, so no one wants to offend Grandeur.

Eleanor felt discouraged and went to cook; her education has always been a sore spot for her. If it weren’t for the pregnancy back then, she could have finished her studies well.

That upheaval practically ruined her entire life.

She listlessly finished cooking dinner, ate just a few bites herself, and then returned to her room.

Marcus also noticed she was in a bad mood and turned to look at his father.

"Mommy is not happy."

Hugo took a piece of rib and put it in his bowl, "It’s alright, she’ll be fine in a few days."

Eleanor returned to her room, staring blankly at her computer. After a while, her phone started ringing.

It was from an unknown number, could it be inviting her for an interview?

Her heart lifted with joy. She cleared her throat and immediately pressed the answer button.

"Eleanor."

The familiar voice came from the line, and the smile in Eleanor’s eyes slowly faded, turns out it was Nathaniel Quinn.

But what does he want with this call?

"I heard you’re looking for a job recently. I have a suitable position here. You can give it a try, the salary is not bad."

"No, thanks."

She coldly refused; she didn’t want any entanglement with Hugo, and even less with this ex-husband.

"Eleanor, we’re divorced, can’t we even be friends now?"

Nathaniel sounded a bit hurt, but it didn’t stir any waves in Eleanor’s heart.

"Nathaniel, have you heard of divorced couples still being friends?"

Eleanor’s mouth curled in sarcasm, not bothering to say more, she was just about to hang up when she heard Nathaniel speak urgently.

"In the past, it was my fault! I hope you can give me a chance to apologize, Eleanor, I truly regret that over our five years of marriage, I never cherished you."

Eleanor’s eyes darkened. She had countless times thought of mending the relationship with Nathaniel.

But as soon as Grace Lynch appeared, Eleanor would become insignificant.

A heart that’s been hurt a thousand times wouldn’t accept this man again.

"Don’t call anymore, you know very well how much I hate you."

Her words were like a sharp thorn, stabbing into the softest part of Nathaniel’s heart.

He looked pale at the hung-up phone, laughed at himself, indeed he was pitiable.

There were times in the past when he didn’t know to cherish, only to regret when lost.

If back then he had been just a little kinder to Eleanor, she wouldn’t be so cold-hearted now.

Nathaniel violently threw the phone on the ground, feeling an unbearable heartache.

"Splat."

The door was pushed open, and Grace Lynch came in with a glass of red wine, seeing his disappointed face, she knew he was in a bad mood.

She walked over slowly, placed the wine in front of him, "Care for a glass?"

Nathaniel looked up at her; now this face held no attraction for him.

He couldn’t even remember why he was so obsessed with her back then.

Probably upon removing that love filter, he found she was just an ordinary woman.

His face was sullen, and he immediately pushed her onto the bed.

Grace Lynch was somewhat unhappy; also, the man’s actions were really rough.

"Nathaniel, gentle!"

Her voice carried a hint of whining.

Nathaniel stopped, looking deeply at this face, and suddenly spoke sarcastically.

"What do you think you are? Nothing more than a toy for my release. I’ll play however I want. Grace, you’ve been leading me on for so many years, probably didn’t expect our positions to reverse one day, did you?"

He sneered, giving Grace no time to think.

Grace’s face whitened with pain; she felt a bit aggrieved, why was this man treating her like this...

Nathaniel called "Eleanor" a few times, then ended this entanglement.

He ignored Grace lying on the bed, went to the bathroom himself.

Grace clenched the sheets beneath her tightly; every time he called Eleanor, it was like salt on her wound.

She used to look down on Eleanor, but now the woman she despised not only snatched Hugo but also took Nathaniel.

She was truly unwilling...

She took out her phone and called Joelle Quinn, believing Joelle also disliked Eleanor. If the other was willing to act, it would save her trouble.

The place she lived now was a villa Nathaniel bought outside specifically for hiding his mistress.

Tonight, Nathaniel was going to go home once, Grace smiled, the Quinton Family surely didn’t want Nathaniel to have any ties with Eleanor anymore.

Indeed.

When Nathaniel returned home, he felt the atmosphere was not good, he sat down calmly.

"Brother, did you go to pester Eleanor? Do you still have feelings for that woman? Brother, what’s wrong with you, that woman was married to you for five years, you didn’t even give her a proper look, now that you’re divorced, you’re rushing forward."

Joelle couldn’t forget the slap Eleanor gave her; she wished she could tear that woman apart.

Beatrice Sullivan also sat by with a worried expression.

"Nathaniel, you can’t be entangled with that woman, or I won’t spare her. She’s been in our family for five years, didn’t even give birth, and the doctor said she might have doubts about having kids in the future. I’ll arrange blind dates for you soon to prevent you truly reconciling with that vile Eleanor."

Beatrice Sullivan always looked down on Eleanor. At first letting Nathaniel marry her was due to the old man’s pressure.

Later, the child turned out to be stillborn, making her loathe the woman even more.

Finally, the two divorced, with no opposition from the old man; she will certainly not let that jinx into the house again.

Nathaniel tightened his grip on his chopsticks, wondering who told these two he was entangled with Eleanor.

"Brother, don’t remain silent, did you listen to what we said?"

Joelle gritted her teeth; if that woman came back, she couldn’t resist killing her.