Chapter 3 - Blinded by His Golden Aura
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"My family asked me to come pick you up and specifically told me to make the first meeting more grand, so I temporarily borrowed a convoy. It’s not many, but it’ll do," Alexander Fairmont said.
Eleanor Holton silently stared at the convoy, which almost blocked the entrance of the mansion.
This…counts as“it’ll do”?
Before she could react, Alexander Fairmont signaled to the drivers behind him.“Call out.”
“Miss!”The drivers, all in uniform, shouted in unison, their voices loud as a military command:“Welcome home, Miss!”
Eleanor:…
Why do I suddenly feel a strange sense of embarrassment?
Perhaps it was because she had been met with cold indifference at the Holton family, Eleanor wasn’t accustomed to such enthusiastic scenes. She opened her mouth and, in the end, simply mumbled, "Let’s go, let’s go."
Better leave quickly before the security guards at the mansion start watching.
Alexander noticed her reaction and couldn't help but smile, his eyes slightly narrowing as he looked her up and down. Then he asked, "But what are you doing standing here alone?"
It’s so late, were you out buying seasonings?
Eleanor pursed her lips, not wanting to admit she had been kicked out of the Holton family. Just as she was thinking of brushing it off, she suddenly heard a cold and somewhat impatient male voice, deep and steady, like a clear spring that was chilling.
"Aren’t you leaving yet?"
Eleanor followed the voice and noticed that there was someone else sitting in the back seat of the car that Alexander had just gotten out of.
One glance was enough to make her feel as if she couldn’t look at him directly because of the glaring brightness.
The man in the backseat had his long legs slightly bent, his wrist casually resting on the central armrest. His posture, half-hidden in the shadow of the car, exuded an elegant and steady aura, even the subtle wrinkles on his suit seemed to carry a certain irresistible charm.
But what was truly blinding was the golden aura radiating from him.
Since childhood, Eleanor had been able to see a faint aura of light that ordinary people couldn’t detect, usually only seen around people who had made significant contributions to the country. But this man’s golden aura was so bright it was almost blinding.
This man... did he steal the nation’s fortune?
Hearing the man speak, Alexander immediately stopped lingering, smiling and replying, "Let’s go, let’s go."
He then pulled Eleanor toward the convoy, muttering softly, "Tsk, the big boss really has no patience."
Eleanor was pushed into the "big boss’s" car’s backseat, conveniently sitting next to this“big boss.”
At such a close distance, the golden aura became even more dazzling.
She finally saw the man’s face clearly. His features were cold, chiseled like a knife, exuding a kind of stark, cold beauty. His thin lips were pressed together, and he looked like someone who had descended from an icy mountaintop, carrying an aura of extreme coldness. His deep, dark eyes seemed to see right through her.
It seemed that the man noticed her gaze, as he slightly turned his head, and with one look, it felt as if he could see through all of her emotions.
Eleanor was very curious about the golden aura surrounding him, but she didn’t want to seem foolish. After a moment of thought, she asked, "Are you my brother too?"
In the front seat, Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle, while the man next to her merely shot him a cold glance before looking away and replying briefly, "No."
Alexander laughed and explained, "This is Leon Harrington, not your brother. I’m the only one who’s your brother."
Eleanor felt that the name "Leon Harrington" sounded somewhat familiar but couldn’t place it.
However, two of the four major families in Manchester were Fairmont and Harrington.
What a coincidence?
Alexander explained, "He came to pick you up today, but he’s just hitching a ride."
Eleanor nodded in response, about to speak, when she saw the man, who had already turned his gaze away, give Alexander a cold glance and speak in an icy tone, "You’re using my convoy."
The head of the Harrington family needs to hitch a ride?
Alexander wasn’t bothered and simply shrugged, "There’s nothing I can do. The company’s convoy has already been dispatched. Of the people I know, only you would be willing to outfit your garage with a complete convoy."
Leon Harrington, a high-end perfectionist who even required his subordinates' socks to be the same color and style. Not to mention his fleet—every detail, including the floor mats in the cars, had to be identical.
While they were talking, a pitch-black Maybach convoy slowly started, escorting the middle car, leaving in a grand procession.
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A few security guards at the mansion watched the convoy leave and exchanged looks.
"Wasn’t that the Holton family’s eldest daughter?"
"It’s her. I heard she’s not the biological daughter of the Holtons. They kicked her out. I heard her real parents live in the countryside."
"The countryside? Look at the scale of this! Does she look like she’s from the countryside? Maybe her real parents are big figures."
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In the Holton family car, Peter Holton’s wife, Helen Holton, was speaking with their daughter, Catherine Holton.
"Although the final list for the city’s representative has been confirmed, it hasn't been formally submitted yet. I’ve heard that the person responsible for submitting it is a manager from the Fairmont family."
Helen smiled at Catherine. "Just in time, your father had a meeting with the Fairmont Group a few days ago. We’ll leverage that connection."
Catherine’s eyes lit up. "The Fairmont family? They’re one of the four major families! Dad actually reached a deal with them!"
Helen smiled slightly, her words humble, but her eyes gleamed with confidence. "The Fairmont family came to us directly for cooperation. This shows how much the Holton family’s standing in Manchester is growing."
Catherine Holton couldn’t hide her excitement upon hearing this. Being able to connect with the Fairmont family meant that the Holton family would soon join the ranks of Manchester’s top wealthy families.
At that point, the level of suitors she could choose from would be different.
Indeed, after Eleanor Holton left, the Holton family’s luck had improved!
"That’s great," Catherine said with a slightly demure smile. "If we ask them for help, will they refuse?"
Helen Holton said with full confidence, "They came to us first to seek cooperation. Since it’s a partnership, helping with something small like this should be expected."
She held Catherine’s hand gently and reassured her, "Don’t worry, mom will definitely help you secure the city representative position! This is about Manchester’s image. That ungrateful girl thinks she can steal your spot. She’s overestimating herself."
Catherine felt smug inside, but on the outside, she still maintained a docile and uncompetitive demeanor.
After a brief pause, she asked, "So, are we going to the Fairmont Group’s headquarters now?"
"We’re not going to the headquarters," Helen smiled. "We’re going straight to the Fairmont family mansion."
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