Chapter 320

At the corridor's far end, an attendant hurried toward Brodie, lowering his voice. "Mr. Stewart, the individual has been escorted into Room 9," he whispered.

Brodie's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he retrieved a thick stack of cash from his pocket, passing it over. "Excellent.Mind your words. Don't let anything slip."

The attendant nodded vigorously, securing the money, then retreated silently.

Brodie observed the departing figure, a smug curl forming on his lips.

He convinced himself that once he slept with Eleanor, the Benton family would have no choice but to marry her off to him, all in the name of reputation.

At that point, he would officially become the Benton family's son-in-law.

He felt certain that with their influence behind him, the Stewart Group would eventually fall under his control.

Brodie's steps lightened, a cheerful hum escaping him as he moved toward Room 9.

Distracted, he rounded the corner and collided with the door's number plate.

The "6" flipped over, revealing a "9."

Rubbing his throbbing forehead, he paused, briefly confused.

This was it. The number clearly read 9, no errors.

A grin stretched across his face, and without hesitation, he nudged the door open quietly.

Darkness swallowed the room, the curtains drawn tightly shut.

By the corridor's dim glow, he could barely make out the shape of a woman lying on the bed. Brodie's breathing hitched instantly.

He pulled out his phone, opening Nolan's contact, and typed a bold message. "Nolan, the role of the Benton family's son-in-law belongs to me."

After sending it, he tucked the device away with smug satisfaction and secured the door behind him.

Step by step, he approached the bed, determination etched on his face. "Baby, just surrender yourself to me.I'll take care of you."

Not realizing it, he had been mistaken about the person from the very beginning.

Meanwhile,Nolan returned to the villa in Regal Heights after an exhausting day at work.

His phone buzzed sharply in his pocket.

He pulled it out casually, thinking it could be a message from Eleanor.

Instead, the screen flashed Brodie's name.

Suspicion narrowed Nolan's eyes as he read the text.

The Benton family's son-in-law?

What was Brodie scheming now?

Unease immediately surged through Nolan. He quickly dialed Erick and demanded, "Where is Eleanor tonight?"

Erick froze at Nolan's icy tone, momentarily speechless. Still, he answered without hesitation, "She attended the Elepdon Museum appreciation banquet tonight."

Nolan ended the call abruptly, pivoting sharply as he stormed out of the villa.

Erick, gripping the disconnected phone, stood frozen,perplexed.

What was happening?

Nolan sounded like a man ready to strike. Could Eleanor have been harmed?

By the time Nolan arrived, the banquet was drawing to a close.

Guests dispersed in small clusters, fatigue etched across their faces from hours of mingling.Nolan immediately recognized the familiar figure.

Eleanor stepped gracefully out of the entrance, the pale lavender dress highlighting her poised, elegant form.

She remained unharmed.

Nolan's tense heart, which had been hammering the entire way, finally eased at the sight of her.

The moment Brodie's message arrived, his mind had conjured every terrible possibility.

On his way, he had run countless red lights, driven by a single thought-he could not allow any harm to reach Eleanor.

Thankfully,she was perfectly safe.

Nolan closed the distance with long, purposeful strides and, seeing her bewildered expression, pulled her tightly into his arms.

His embrace radiated warmth and strength, a silent promise that he would never release her.