"You know my personality better than anyone. If I really want to dig up some dirt on someone, I can find it on anyone. So while I'm in a good mood, you'd best stay away from me, or else..." Aurelia Shaw's curled lips were sharp enough to make one's heart tremble.

Eleanor Spencer staggered a couple of steps, falling out of the elevator. She pointed at her, her face flushed with anger, unable to speak for a moment.

Aurelia Shaw exchanged a smiling glance with Nancy Carter. The latter stepped out of the elevator, supporting the wobbling Eleanor Spencer carefully by her waist, whispering, "We're outside, don't let the reporters catch any bad news."

Eleanor Spencer pushed her hand away, glaring at her, "I don't need you to take care of me. Every day fearing this and that, forbidding me to do this, not letting me do that. Ha, I really don't know what use you are as my agent!"

"Isabel..." Nancy Carter stepped forward to try to persuade her.

Smack—

Nancy Carter stood stunned, her face instantly red and swollen, her expression momentarily dazed. Then a deep gloom gathered in her dark eyes. She gave her a light, indifferent glance, saying nothing.

Eleanor Spencer's hand trembled violently, her heart quivered at that glance. If Nancy Carter blew the whistle on her secrets...

"My affairs don't need your interference!" She glanced at Aurelia Shaw and found her watching, causing her heart to skip a beat, guilt and panic rising, quickly walking away in her high heels, fearing that any connection between her and Nancy Carter would be discovered.

——

Leaving the cinema, Eleanor Spencer found a nearby bar to drown her sorrows. She hadn't contacted Nancy Carter; she was tired of living under her control, that lesbian, that pervert, so possessive that she wanted to control everything about her. Whenever something happened, she would only tell her to endure. Always claiming to like her, yet having her sleep with those older men.

After several drinks, Eleanor Spencer was drunk, collapsed on the table, unconscious.

The man who had been eyeing her this whole time was just about to approach when a silhouette had already seated across from her.

Nathan Johnson picked Eleanor Spencer up, letting her arms hang around his neck. His warm breath brushed against her face as he softly asked, "You're drunk. Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Hearing 'home', Eleanor Spencer instinctively resisted, thinking of Nancy Carter.

"No! I don't want to go home!"

Nathan Johnson's eyes darkened a little, "Oh? Not home, then should I take you to a hotel?"

Eleanor Spencer nodded, leaning against him, half-asleep.

Nathan Johnson grinned, carrying her out as the two men who had been waiting for her to get drunk blocked his path.

"Hey, man, ever heard of first come, first served?"

Nathan Johnson laughed coldly, gave a signal to the bodyguard beside him without even glancing at them, and strode forward. Screams of the two men being beaten came from behind.

Nathan Johnson carried Eleanor Spencer into the car, booked a room at a nearby hotel, placed her on the bed, and set up a camera pointing at the bed.

A night of pleasure.

In the morning, Nathan Johnson was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. Annoyed, he grabbed the phone, speaking in a displeased tone, "Who is this?"

There was a pause for two seconds, and then a woman's grim voice came through, "Who are you? Where is Isabel?"

Nathan Johnson squinted his eyes, looked at the word 'agent', and gave the hotel's address, "Come here to pick her up."

Having said that, he hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

Turning his head, he saw that Eleanor Spencer was still asleep. He picked up his clothes, put them on, and called out to her, "Hey, wake up."