Entangled in Midnight: Mrs Grant wants a Divorce-Chapter 147: Stop Setting Traps for Your Husband, Zia Winslow!

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Stop Setting Traps for Your Husband, Zia Winslow!

Hearing this, the people around immediately glanced left and right, fearing to meet Adrian Grant’s gaze.

Mia Winslow saw this scene, her eyes turning red with anger, staring directly at Adrian Grant.

She realized that the latter completely ignored her existence, paying her no attention at all, which made Mia extremely sullen. She wanted to take Zane Hawthorne’s arm and leave, pretending not to see this person.

But Zane Hawthorne refused, instead walking towards Adrian Grant.

Mia Winslow’s arm was hooked in his, forcing her to follow.

—She had to admit she still wanted to assert her presence before Adrian Grant.

"Young Master Grant, we will be brothers-in-law in the future, so I’m sure we will have plenty of opportunities for business cooperation," Zane Hawthorne said, specifically glancing at Trevor Hawthorne beside him.

Trevor Hawthorne is the legitimate Young Master of the Hawthorne family, with the core industries in his hands. Zane clearly has ambitions, wanting to leverage Adrian Grant’s connections to fight for more of the Hawthorne family’s assets.

Adrian Grant said nothing, glancing at Trevor Hawthorne.

Trevor Hawthorne said indifferently, "Zane, Mrs. Winslow and your sister-in-law’s relationship, haven’t you noticed Young Master Grant’s recent conduct and already started dreaming of cooperation?"

In terms of relationships, it’s obvious that Blake Lockwood and Eleanor Winslow are the closest sisters.

Zane Hawthorne chuckled lightly and replied, "Which sister-in-law is Brother referring to? You and Miss Lockwood have already signed a divorce agreement, and Miss Quinn is pregnant with your child. Your divorce from Miss Lockwood is a done deal. If we’re talking about relationships, indeed I and Young Master Grant are closer."

Upon hearing the word ’divorce’, Trevor Hawthorne’s smile froze, his chin slightly raised, and his gaze towards Zane became more defiant and contemptuous.

"What does Mia Winslow count to Eleanor? Zane Hawthorne, this principle is the same as you entering the Hawthorne family, taking on the Hawthorne surname, but you will always be different from me, the same idea."

To be blunt, a bastard is a bastard!

Zane Hawthorne’s smile stiffened, but today was his happy day, with many guests present, he maintained a stiff smile as if he hadn’t heard Trevor’s sneer.

What of being a bastard?

He was still the second Young Master of the Hawthorne family anyway!

Zane Hawthorne looked sullenly at Vivian Quinn behind Trevor Hawthorne, and Vivian immediately averted her eyes nervously, not daring to meet his gaze.

Trevor Hawthorne was in a bad mood, not planning to let it go, saying: "In this aspect, you and your fiancée are indeed well-matched."

The surrounding guests looked at Mia Winslow with a bit of a show-watching gaze.

Indeed!

A bastard boy matches a bastard girl, it’s a perfect match!

"Young Master Hawthorne!" Mia Winslow couldn’t hold it back, her face turning cold instantly, "Are you trying to ruin my engagement party with Zane today?"

She can’t stand anyone calling her a bastard girl now!

"Stop giving yourself more drama, what do you think you are?" Trevor Hawthorne simply remembered how Mia Winslow had tried to embarrass Blake Lockwood before and was picking a fight to vent out his anger.

The elders of the Hawthorne family saw the situation was getting ugly, not daring to step forward to persuade this scoundrel Trevor, and one by one advised Zane to let it go.

Mia Winslow always felt that these guests were mocking her, absent-mindedly socializing.

Suddenly, she saw someone in the crowd, her gaze instantly fixed.

The woman was very young, appearing to be only in her early twenties, dressed in Chanel haute couture, wearing a white little hat, with a brim shading her brows. One look, and it was clear she was raised like a little princess.

She lifted her head, revealing her complete features, her skin was pale but not the paleness of a Caucasian, her features were deep but not the high folding of a European, she was very pretty, like a mixed-race child.

The other party unabashedly looked at her with curiosity, as if teasing her to initiate a conversation.

"Who is that?" Mia Winslow asked Zane Hawthorne softly.

Zane Hawthorne glanced and replied in a low voice, "A daughter of an overseas Chinese tycoon, named Zoe Nash."

...

After Jude Winslow was hospitalized for drug overdose, Yvonne Vance and Eugene Winslow sent him abroad to study, far away from Mia Winslow, and didn’t even return for Mia’s engagement this time.

Eugene Winslow and Yvonne Vance treasured Jude Winslow, and also couldn’t bear to part with this daughter for a while.

This banquet neither had Blake Lockwood nor Jude Winslow, making Eleanor Winslow feel bored, planning to leave early after witnessing the ceremony.

"Mrs. Grant!" Trevor Hawthorne’s mother, Cherry Chambers, came over and stopped Eleanor Winslow.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, is something the matter?" Eleanor Winslow didn’t have any relationship with Cherry Chambers, never having spoken at parties before.

Cherry Chambers got straight to the point, "I heard Blake is pregnant. I sent a few people to look after her a while ago, and unexpectedly they couldn’t even meet my daughter-in-law, being stopped outside instead."

She spoke with a point, watching Eleanor, waiting for her to respond.

Mr. Hawthorne’s illegitimate children weren’t limited to just Zane, and Zane still had ambitions of seizing power. Trevor having one more child meant one more advantage!

The child in Blake Lockwood’s belly must be kept in the Hawthorne family!

Eleanor Winslow glanced at her and said faintly, "Oh."

And then said nothing more.

"Oh?" Cherry Chambers looked at her in surprise, her tone turning sharp, "Wasn’t it your people who stopped them? Mrs. Grant, the one in Blake’s belly is our Hawthorne family’s eldest grandson, how dare you, an outsider, block the way!"

Cherry Chambers already had such an attitude towards her as an outsider, much less how Blake would be treated with more sarcasm in Hawthorne.

Just as Eleanor was about to react, Adrian Grant spoke before her, "Mrs. Hawthorne, the arrangement was made by me."

Cherry Chambers of course knew it was Adrian who arranged it, but wasn’t it Eleanor who asked for it?

"Young Master Grant, I think it’d be better if you didn’t meddle with the Hawthorne family’s affairs," Cherry Chambers implicitly suggested, "If we really can’t come to terms, I wouldn’t mind having a talk with your mother, Selene. We’ve exchanged a few words before, so we have some acquaintance."

Adrian Grant detected the threat in Cherry Chambers’ words and replied politely, "You can try."

Could Selene threaten him?

That method was outdated long ago!

Cherry Chambers’ face turned unpleasant, "Adrian Grant, beside a pretty face, Eleanor offers you no advantage. Is it really necessary to offend our Hawthorne family for a woman? There are plenty of women out there, and this one before you is not easy to handle. I advise you to reconsider!"

Eleanor didn’t expect the spearhead to also target her.

When she wanted to divorce, she also tried to use this reason to persuade Adrian Grant.

She looked towards the man, curious about his response.

Adrian Grant wasn’t angry at all but instead chuckled lightly, though his expression carried a bit of pressure, definitely not a pleased reaction.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, only useless men think of women as their leverage. My wife doesn’t need to have any matrimonial value."

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at Adrian Grant.

So, this is how he thinks...

Adrian’s words were akin to a slap on Cherry Chambers’ face.

The Hawthorne family didn’t they despise Blake Lockwood for having no parents and therefore no matrimonial value?

Now that Blake Lockwood was pregnant, they were eyeing her belly, their appetite truly repulsive!

"Mrs. Hawthorne, not to mention that the child is still an embryo and doesn’t qualify as a life, even if born, legally the child would be in the mother’s custody until the age of two, hardly related to your Hawthorne family," Eleanor smiled and asked, "Don’t you love kids, isn’t the one in Vivian Quinn’s belly enough for you?"

"How can that be the same!"

One is a legitimate child, the other a bastard!

"So Mrs. Hawthorne knows the difference? Your husband constantly has women outside, you despise bastards, yet you allow your son’s illegitimate child to be born and let his mistress enter your house! Your double standards are something to behold!"

"Eleanor!" Cherry Chambers’ face turned a shade of blue with anger.

Adrian Grant frowned, "Mrs. Hawthorne, my wife came to attend the ceremony today, not to endure your mood!"

"You, you..." Cherry Chambers spluttered, unable to form a coherent response, "Just you wait! I’ll have a chat with your Grant family elders!"

In Cherry Chambers’ eyes, Adrian Grant must have gone mad; rumors of divorce were rampant, and now here he was, defending Eleanor, truly out of his mind! Lacking discernment!

Eleanor didn’t care; she wanted a divorce anyway, why fear Grant family elders?

Adrian Grant cared even less, he never feared the elders.

After Cherry left, Eleanor couldn’t help but say, "Adrian, actually, what Mrs. Hawthorne said isn’t entirely without reason."

"Hmm?"

"Going against the Hawthorne Family for my sake isn’t a wise choice."

Adrian’s face immediately darkened, and the atmosphere around him dropped a few degrees.

He grasped Eleanor’s chin, forcing her to turn her head: "Zia Winslow, what do you mean by that?"

Eleanor hadn’t expected him to get upset so quickly: "Exactly what I said."

Adrian was so irked that he laughed: "I pissed off the Hawthorne Family, and it’s no big deal. I just didn’t expect kindness to go unappreciated!"

Eleanor felt chided, and awkwardly pursed her lips.

She was just stating the facts.

Eleanor said, "You can withdraw the people now if you want."

Adrian gritted his teeth and said, "I, won’t!"

Eleanor: "..."

Adrian pinched her cheek as a form of punishment: "Be good, stop setting traps for your husband!"

"??"

How was she setting traps for him?

The engagement party was a lawn ceremony.

Mia Winslow and Zane Hawthorne were guided through the process by the host.

As they passed by Eleanor, Mia’s previous frustration and repressed discontent were replaced with a smile.

It was the kind of smile Eleanor was very familiar with, the kind Mia had when she was plotting against her and was confident she’d succeed!

What happened that caused Mia to change her demeanor so suddenly in such a short time?

Eleanor couldn’t figure it out.

She instinctively looked around for clues. However, there were too many guests, and all she could see were heads, which revealed nothing.

As the ceremony ended, Eleanor planned to leave.

But Mia approached her proactively.

"Eleanor, I met someone today," Mia said, looking at Eleanor’s face, "She looks a bit like you."

Seeing Eleanor’s face change slightly, Mia was very pleased and continued, "Her last name is Nash."

Eleanor squinted her eyes, controlling her emotions, and calmly responded, "Zoe Nash? I’ve met her and even spoke with her."

Now it was Mia’s turn to look slightly taken aback.

"What did you talk about?" Adrian, who had been held up by the head of another family, noticed Mia approaching Eleanor and immediately came over to pull Eleanor into his embrace.

Mia’s smile turned bitter: "Adrian, I’m just a loser to Eleanor, what can I possibly do to her now? You don’t need to be so tense."

Adrian ignored her words.

Mia’s smile gradually twisted as she looked at Eleanor: "But Eleanor, I may be your beaten past, others may not be!"

-

Cherry really did report, just like she said she would.

The day after the engagement party, Eleanor quickly received a call from Selene Keane, who, in an unfriendly tone, asked her to come to the old residence.

Considering past affections and the face of the deceased Jonah Grant, Eleanor didn’t want to make things too ugly with Selene.

She walked out of the bedroom, and the man on the sofa immediately looked up.

"I’ll go with you."

"How did you know I’m going to the old residence?"

Adrian gestured towards his phone with his eyes: "Grandma’s tip-off."

Old Madam Grant was an open-minded lady. Her son died young, and her daughter-in-law, who lost both husband and eldest son successively over the years, had not remarried, to whom she gave the utmost respect.

However, this didn’t mean she allowed her daughter-in-law to abuse her granddaughter-in-law!

This involved Adrian’s family matters, and Eleanor’s current status was somewhat awkward, making it difficult to handle, so it was best for Adrian to go along.

"Your phone!" The man left the room first, and Eleanor saw his phone left on the coffee table, so she picked it up to give it to him.

Her fingertip inadvertently touched the phone’s screen, and the screen lit up——

The wallpaper was a young woman in formal attire with a ponytail, lightly made up, looking vibrant as she held a microphone and spoke on stage.

...It was her!

From the debate competition day!

"This photo...where did you get it?"

Eleanor felt the style of the photo was somewhat familiar. After asking, she suddenly realized, wasn’t it from the same style as the photo Jeanette had sent her?

"Fifty thousand per photo, bought from Jeanette Grant." Adrian unhesitatingly sold out his cousin.

Eleanor: "..."

That cousin sure knew how to do business, always managing to find someone to pay a foolish price!

Adrian naturally took back the phone, not at all feeling that using her photo as his wallpaper was inappropriate.

Eleanor walked two steps behind him, then gradually sensed something was off.

Adrian was by nature meticulous; apart from the time on the cruise where he didn’t know he had lost his phone, he normally wasn’t careless.

How could he have just forgotten his phone today?

Eleanor scrutinized Adrian.

"Hmm?" Adrian noticed her gaze.

"Adrian, did you do it on purpose?"

The more Eleanor thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case.

"On purpose for what?" Adrian started the McLaren sports car, and the car moved out of the garage.

"On purpose to show me..."

Eleanor stopped halfway through realizing that this was Adrian’s ’on purpose’!

He intentionally showed her, waiting for her to ask. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Letting her know he deliberately used her photo as his wallpaper.

Such flirty little tactics, popular among young couples, he used so effortlessly!

"What did I do on purpose?" Adrian persistently asked.

"...Nothing."

In the car, the man’s deep laughter sounded, causing a tremor in one’s heart.

Eleanor felt a bit annoyed, and turned her head away: "Change the photo!"

What if the company’s subordinates saw it, it wouldn’t look right!

Adrian remained unmoved, calmly asking, "Zia, do you want to use the title of Mrs. Grant to manage my phone?"

"...I don’t." Eleanor wasn’t falling for it, "It’s my photo, I have portrait rights."

"Oh." The rascal always had a way, "You sue me in court, and I’ll accompany you."