Eleanor knew this was all arranged by Ian.
“It’s just Grandma and me at home. Evelyn only joins us for meals,” Gina assured her, subtly promising she wouldn’t let Evelyn cross paths with Vanessa.
Eleanor nodded. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
Gina sighed softly at Eleanor’s politeness. “It’s nothing, really. Taking care of Evelyn is the least I can do.”
Evelyn was thrilled to see her grandmother. Once she climbed into the car, Eleanor waved. “Mom will come pick you up later.”
…
By seven o’clock that evening, the city lights were beginning to twinkle.
Inside the grand ballroom of a seven-star hotel, crystal chandeliers cast dazzling patterns across the room.
Eleanor stepped into the lobby, instantly drawing admiring glances from every corner. She wore a pale blue tweed suit, her softly curled hair falling gracefully over her shoulder—a look that struck the perfect balance between professional poise and understated femininity.
Tonight’s event was a corporate gala, and as one of Meridian Dynamics’s leading researchers, Eleanor looked every inch the part. Faye had put effort into her appearance too, dressed in a sleek evening gown.
The night was hosted by Mr. Brown: an international business exchange, bringing together nearly a hundred of Ashford City’s most influential tech firms.
Eleanor was chatting with Byron when a group of sharply dressed foreign guests entered, led by a distinguished man in his early fifties—Mr. Steve, founder of Starnova Group.
“Starnova Group just arrived,” Byron commented.
Just then, Ian appeared at the entrance with Henry and Xavier. Trailing behind them was Vanessa, striking in a fitted white dress topped with a casually draped blazer. Her long, wavy hair and confident air made her impossible to ignore.
Eleanor’s expression immediately cooled.
Ian paused to greet a few senior guests. Henry turned to say something to Vanessa, then went to fetch her a glass of juice. All the while, Xavier scanned the crowd until he spotted Eleanor among the Meridian Dynamics team, then strolled over with the easy elegance of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
“Mr. Vaughn,” Byron greeted with a warm smile.
“Mind if I steal Dr. Sutton for a quick chat?” Xavier said with a playful grin.
Byron and the others took the hint and moved aside, giving them some privacy.

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