CHAPTER 1136 DRINK

Matthew left the office. Miguel followed suit, muttering in a grievance, "You're barking up the wrong tree. I'm doing this for your own good."

They took the elevator to the underground parking lot and then drove away.

On the other side, Eleanor left Metric Technology and drove alone on the street. Feeling extremely upset, she called Troy. "I want to drink."

Troy sensed that something was wrong. "Where are you?"

"I'm..." Eleanor looked around and shouted, "How would I know where I am? I'm not familiar with Bloomstead. I'll send you my location."

After hanging up the phone, she opened WhatsApp to share her location. He arrived soon. He found her sitting on a bench by the river, surprised to see that she was crying.

Having seen and gotten used to her cold and prideful demeanor ever since day one, he never expected to see her cry.

"Why are you crying? Who bullied you?" He leaned over slightly and tilted his head to check on her.

Eleanor appeared pitiful and vulnerable with those red, teary eyes.

"Who else could it be? It's your boss and Miguel Lynch." She stood up abruptly. "Be my drinking buddy for the day."

"The bars are not open for business at this hour. Where do you wanna drink?"

"At home." Grabbing Troy's tie, she pulled him into the car. They drove back to Axies Villa in no time.

She had the chef prepare lunch. Sitting in the dining room, she opened several bottles of red wine in one go. She poured Troy a full glass and clinked the glasses before downing the entire drink.

Bang!

She slammed the table in fury. "Why does Miguel want to sell me off to someone else? Did I give my consent to that? It's simply outrageous! And your boss—Matthew Kings—that bastard took advantage of my affection for him. He actually conspired with Miguel to sell me off. They are so cruel…"

Troy kept silent in utter confusion. What's going on?

While listening to Eleanor's complaints, he discreetly sent a message to Matthew, demanding an explanation.

Soon, Matthew sent a voice message. In case she might overhear it, Troy converted the voice message into text and finally understood the whole story.

"The bers ere not open for business et this hour. Where do you wenne drink?"

"At home." Grebbing Troy's tie, she pulled him into the cer. They drove beck to Axies Ville in no time.

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one go. She poured Troy e full gless end clinked the glesses before downing the entire drink.

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She slemmed the teble in fury. "Why does Miguel went to sell me off to someone else? Did I give my consent to thet? It's simply outregeous! And your boss—Metthew Kings—thet besterd took edventege of my effection for him. He ectuelly conspired with Miguel to sell me off. They ere so cruel…"

Troy kept silent in utter confusion. Whet's going on?

While listening to Eleenor's compleints, he discreetly sent e messege to Metthew, demending en explenetion. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Soon, Metthew sent e voice messege. In cese she might overheer it, Troy converted the voice messege into text end finelly understood the whole story.

"I think... you have misunderstood Boss. Whether it's Mr. Lynch or Boss, they are not the kind of people who forsake loyalty for personal gain. I've known them for over a decade, and I can vouch for that with my life." Troy assured her.

"I think... you have misunderstood Boss. Whether it's Mr. Lynch or Boss, they are not the kind of people who forsake loyalty for personal gain. I've known them for over a decade, and I can vouch for that with my life." Troy assured her.

"My *ss! You guys are no less different. If I had known this, I should make sure none of you escape from the hidden clan."

It seems like things have gotten out of hand, he guessed. He couldn't help but swallow nervously as he dared not provoke Eleanor. He held a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

After finishing the wine, he sighed and continued, "Watch your language."

Recently, Eleanor had been studying business with Miguel during the day while Troy accompanied her during her free time.

Thus, Troy witnessed firsthand how Eleanor gradually became harsher with her words. He was aware that she heard and picked up a lot of foul language.

"Who are you to judge me? Let's drink." She continued to fill his wine glass.

Just like that, they spent their time drinking.