Chapter 88

Eleanor appeared solemn, but Sebastian merely chuckled. "I suppose you're right. My apologies. That was thoughtless of me."

His apology was sincere, making her seem somewhat overbearing in comparison.

Realizing this, Eleanor also apologized, "I got carried away just now."

"It's fine. Your reputation is on the line, after all. It's only natural that you reacted that way. The fault lies with me to begin with."

As Sebastian spoke, the elevator doors slid open. He was absolutely correct about the breathtaking view from the balcony. The distant neon lights flickered gently, and the cool breeze lifted Eleanor's spirits.

Sebastian glanced at Eleanor's reaction, confirming her satisfaction with the spot before continuing, "Actually, I'm quite opposed to the idea of Julian and Isabella being together."

"Julian is my younger brother. Although I wasn't initially willing to accept that fact, blood is thicker than water. As far as I'm concerned, Isabella isn't a suitable choice for a wife."

Sebastian's words took Eleanor by surprise. She had assumed everyone in their circle adored Isabella. Otherwise, her return wouldn't have been met with such widespread rejection.

Needless to say, Isabella had orchestrated much of this. After all, not everyone could maintain such a facade for so long.

"Isabella is far too scheming. The Knight family is complicated enough as it is. If she marries into the family, she's bound to stir up trouble. That's something I don't want to see at all."

"I'm sorry, Eleanor. I know Isabella is your younger sister, but I don't mean to speak ill of her. I'm merely discussing this with you."

Sebastian gave Eleanor an apologetic look and added, "I hope you don't mind."

Eleanor shook her head. Truth be told, it felt like she had gained an ally after hearing Sebastian's words. What struck her as even more bizarre was that Sebastian had confided all of this in her.

"I've read your comic, and I was captivated. I'll have my team offer you the highest possible price for the rights. If you have the time, I hope you'll participate in the scriptwriting."

Eleanor shook her head. "I don't know how to do that."

"It's okay. There's a dedicated development studio at Knight Group. You're a smart woman. I'm sure you'll excel once you spend some time learning the ropes," Sebastian said earnestly.

Eleanor didn't avoid his gaze. "What do you want, Mr. Knight? Why don't you just say it outright?"

Her boldness and straightforwardness made Sebastian raise an eyebrow. However, he quickly smiled again and asked, "What's the matter? Do I have to have ulterior motives to make this offer?"

"It'd be best if you don't, but even if you do, it won't do you any good," Eleanor turned her gaze away and said, "I'm no longer connected to the Harrison family. So, I'm probably of no use to you, Mr. Knight."

"The view here is splendid. Perhaps you should've invited someone more suitable to appreciate it with you. I'll be taking my leave now. Farewell."

With that, Eleanor turned around decisively.

However, at the next moment, Sebastian spoke up again, "How do you know that you don't possess something I desire?"

By the time Eleanor returned to Serene Street, she noticed the Maserati parked by the road. Fortunately, it was very late at night, so it didn't draw any attention.

Eleanor hesitated for a moment before walking over and approaching the car. There wasn't anyone in the backseats, but Ethan was leaning on the steering wheel, asleep.