Chapter 261: Chapter 261

Eleanor raised her chin with a mocking expression, "Are you kidding me? I came here with The Gilded Crumb’s supreme VIP, there’s no way they would kick me out..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Manager Reed was already eagerly nodding in agreement and quickly called the security over.

"Alright, alright, security, hurry up and kick her out!"

The security guards immediately surrounded her, impatiently saying to Eleanor,

"Miss, please come with us."

Eleanor was completely dumbfounded, clearly unable to believe that one word from Serena could actually get her thrown out.

"What right do you have to kick me out?"

The commotion caught the attention of the dining guests, who looked over curiously, making Eleanor feel even more embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and said,

"Manager Reed, you should kick her out instead. Isn’t the rule of The Gilded Crumb that non-VIPs aren’t allowed inside? Why did you let her in and plan to kick me out? This is too irregular!"

"Doesn’t The Gilded Crumb always emphasize following the rules? Is this your so-called rule?"

Watching Eleanor’s hysterical outburst, Manager Reed looked at her as if she were an idiot, "Sorry, what our boss says is the rule. Besides, our boss doesn’t need to be a VIP to enter!"

Eleanor widened her eyes in disbelief. Serena, that bitch, was actually the owner of The Gilded Crumb?

Eleanor felt as if all the things she’d said before had turned into invisible slaps that burned her face.

Observing the impatience in Serena’s eyes, Manager Reed hurriedly instructed the security, "Quick, quick, why are you just standing there? Hurry and throw her out!"

Hearing this, Eleanor immediately grabbed Crystal Joyce’s hand, crying out, "Crystal, help me! I don’t want to be thrown out; it’s too humiliating!"

The Linden Family’s bankruptcy had already made her a laughingstock. If she got kicked out of The Gilded Crumb too, it would be utterly disgraceful!

Crystal looked at Eleanor and then at Serena, speaking with difficulty, "Serena, couldn’t you spare Eleanor for my sake?"

Serena didn’t even lift her eyes, her voice cold and haughty, "No."

Gael Quinn came back after parking his car and happened to see this scene, although he didn’t know what had happened before, his sister-in-law couldn’t be wrong. It must be the other’s fault!

"Miss Crystal, what a coincidence to see you here!"

Gael politely greeted Crystal Joyce before inquiring about the situation.

"What’s going on, what happened?"

"Gael, you’re just in time!" Crystal Joyce’s face was pale, evoking sympathy, "Could you please persuade Serena not to make things difficult for Eleanor? Her family has already suffered enough; don’t make her lose face in front of everyone!"

Without hesitation, Gael said, "My sister-in-law isn’t unreasonable. There must be something wrong on her part that made my sister-in-law unhappy. In that case, she deserves to be thrown out even more!"

Hearing Gael’s unwavering support for her, Serena couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart, lazily saying,

"Sister-in-law, wait for me!"

Gael hurriedly chased after her, completely disregarding Crystal Joyce.

Seeing Crystal Joyce looking somewhat disappointed, Eleanor seized the opportunity to say, "Crystal, look at this. Not only has Serena captivated Master Damian into doing everything she says, but even Gael listens to her completely. You’ll be replaced by Serena in the Quinn Family!"

Hearing this, Crystal lightly bit her lip, feeling a bit lost.

So Serena and Gael have such a good relationship now? It’s the first time she’s seen Gael show such admiration for anyone other than Master Damian...

Eleanor continued to sow discord, "Crystal, Serena doesn’t even give you the slightest face; she’s clearly not taking you seriously! And you’ve always considered her a friend, yet she treats you . It’s simply too much!"

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Crystal lowered her head, her mood sinking further.

Meanwhile, Eleanor subtly sneered, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she could successfully incite Crystal Joyce to hate Serena to the core. Then she could use Crystal, that fool, to deal with Serena!

"President Everett, this document requires your signature," the assistant said respectfully.

Elliot Everett nonchalantly signed it, then picked up his phone to look at his chat with Nancy Sutton. Unable to resist, he prepared to send her a message.

But just as the message was sent, a familiar red exclamation mark popped up—he’d been blocked again!

Elliot’s handsome face instantly darkened, feeling both helpless and headache-ridden.

Why had Nancy blocked him again?!

He had clearly followed Damian Quinn’s advice... What went wrong?

"Elliot, what’s up? Why do you look so sour?"

Seth Sterling sauntered in with a casual air, curious about Elliot’s sour expression. When he saw the red exclamation mark, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Elliot, someone actually dared to block you!"

Elliot’s face turned even darker as he glanced coldly over, tersely saying,

Seth Sterling flirted with danger, laughing, "Haha, I’m dying with laughter! Elliot, is this how you chase a girl?"

After laughing enough, Seth added teasingly, "Tsk tsk, with your way of pursuing girls, you’ll end up alone forever!"

"What do you know?" Elliot shot him an irritated look, "I’m following the method!"

"Who the hell taught you to pursue girls ?"

Hearing that, Seth almost choked with laughter, patting Elliot’s shoulder while offering advice.

"Chasing girls requires proactivity, you need to appear around her, care for her. Your approach is like cold violence; what girl would want to be with you? No wonder she blocked you!"

After hearing this, Elliot’s face fell even more, nearly grinding his back teeth to dust, "Great!"

That damned old beast Damian Quinn dared to mislead him! He had blindly followed his strategy of playing hard-to-get, only to end up blocked again!

This time, he wouldn’t let him get away with it!

"Hey, hey, hey... Elliot, where are you going?"

Elliot strode out with long steps, not turning back, fuming.

"To settle accounts with that beast Damian Quinn!"