NovelEnglishChapter 31: The Grant Family
After Sebastian vanished into the shadows, Mr. Grant stood frozen on the spot. Eleanor could sense the
awkwardness hanging in the air, but she waited patiently. She knew he needed a moment to process everything.
She had no intention of hiding her power from him. If anything, she needed him to shed his protective instinct
toward her and see her for who she had become.
She understood where his protectiveness cfrom. As one of her mother’s closest friends, he had always held
a soft spot for her. She had known Mr. Grant since childhood and remembered how much he cared. But now, she
needed him to see her as a capable adult, someone who could protect not only herself but others as well.
Finally, Mr. Grant broke the silence. "Let's sit down first," he said, walking to his chair and gesturing to the one
opposite him.
Eleanor took her seat without hesitation.
"You've grown up, Eleanor," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I always knew you as the shy, kind, lively,
and adorable girl. | was afraid someone would hurt you again." His voice trailed off at the end.
"Uncle, | know what | used to be. | caused a lot of worry for all of you," Eleanor said softly. "I should've grown up
earlier."
He looked at her, concern still lingering in his eyes. "Now that you're here, do you plan to go back to that
family?"
Eleanor scoffed. "Whitmore’s? | have no intention of returning to them."
A look of relief washed over Mr. Grant's face. "That's good. | was going to suggest you stay far away from the
Whitmore family. Although | never had concrete proof, all the evidence | gathered about... that incident of
yours... pointed to them. | shouldn't say this, but | was always suspicious of your mother’s marriage to William.
We were her friends, yet she never mentioned her marriage to us. She even called us to the hospital when she
wanted to transfer her assets to you."
He paused, then added, "In any case, | think you should keep a low profile and reclaim your mother’s company
as soon as possible."
"Uncle, you don’t need to worry," Eleanor said calmly. "I'm no longer Eleanor Whitmore. I'm Eleanor Elizabeth
Raynor, adopted into the Raynor Family. They tookin when | had nothing... trained me, supported me, and
provided the funds to start my business. Do you remember the first t| called you after leaving the country?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe nodded. "Yes, you said you were living in the US. But isn’t the Raynor family from Manchester?"
"They are," she confirmed. "But they have businesses all over the world. | was sent to the US to stay out of the
spotlight because the police were looking forat the time. While | was there, | built my own company, and
now it’s worth more than EverBuild Solutions Limited. | returned because I'm ready to face William Whitmore
head-on. | just need you to continue holding the company board forfor a little longer."
Mr. Grant smiled. "Good. Good. Your mother would be proud of you."
"Uncle, | also chere today to ensure your safety," she said, her tone serious. "If William suspects anyone of
helpingsurvive all these years, it will be you. Just a few hours ago, someone tried to assassinate me. Don’t
worry... they're all dead. But | suspect the Whitmores were behind it. They may cafter you next. Would you
allowto leave sof my guards here for protection?"
Mr. Grant waved his hand dismissively. "Don’t worry about me. William doesn’t have the guts to attack me
directly. My family’s been in politics for generations. | met your mother during a political gathering. Neither of us
liked politics, but our families had close ties. Your maternal grandfather wanted her to follow in his footsteps, but
she had her own dreams. When she decided to start a company and her family refused to fund her, | stepped in."
He chuckled, lost in memory. "That's beside the point. My father was a Member of Parliament, and currently, my
sister is the Mayor of Stockport. If William tries anything funny, it'll cause a political storm. He might scheme
behind the scenes, but a direct attack? No."
"Do you have any other family members living here?" Eleanor asked.
"No. It was just my sister and me. Our father’s two sisters live abroad."
"Then it’s settled. I'll still deploy sof my personal guards here. Even if you don’t need them, it'll put my
mind at ease."
He sighed in resignation. "Do what you must. Your aunt and | hardly leave the house nowadays. We don’t need
many guards."
"Thank you, Uncle."
She picked up her phone and called Maya. "I'm sending you an address. Send ten armed guards and a driver
from our security company. Also send two off-road vehicles. | want them reporting to Mr. Elliot Grant before
sunrise tomorrow."
After ending the call, she sent the address.
She looked at Mr. Grant apologetically. "Sorry for the trouble, Uncle. Please bear with it for now."
He gave a helpless smile. "Alright then. Shall we go see your aunt?"
"Actually, Uncle, | wanted to know more about the past. About my mother. | know so little. Could you please tell
Seeing the pleading look on Eleanor’s face, Elliot Grant's expression softened. He leaned back and began
recounting the story of Esmeralda Langford, Eleanor’s mother.
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