After a pause, Eleanor said, "John, you're a married man. If your wife learns of our affair and the child, it's bound to cause a ruckus. Why not let Brian continue under the belief that he's the father?"

John narrowed his eyes, mulling over her proposal.

Eleanor pressed on, “After I marry Brian, I'll ensure you ascend to the rank of a top international director. Our son will be the next heir to the Hughes family. Isn't this tantamount to us controlling Hughes Group in the future?"

John's eyes sparked to life at her proposition

He grasped Eleanor's hand, caressing it gently.

“Eleanor, you're a woman of grand ambitions. I admire it!"

Being the top director would be the most brilliant moment in his career, and of course, he yearned for it.

However, the notion of becoming the owner of Hughes Group with the aid of Eleanor's baby was something he hadn't even dared to dream of.

Eleanor was indeed a woman of meticulous strategy.

“Don't touch me. I don't others to see us." Suppressing her disgust,

Eleanor got rid of John's hand.

John let out a chuckle.

"I understand. Eleanor, I agree with your proposal. But I have one request. Our relationship can‘t end here. We must maintain regular contact."

Their intimate sex encounters had been so good.

He still enjoyed the aftertaste of sex with her.

A flicker of disgust passed through Eleanor's eyes, but she carefully concealed it from her expression.

The echo of high-heeled shoes resounded nearby, causing Eleanor to say in a hushed tone, "I promise you. I'm leaving now. You can come out later."

Her intention was to pacify him before finding a solution to this significant predicament.

Adjusting her clothes, Eleanor exited the secluded corner.

Valeria, who had been headed to the restroom, halted upon seeing

Eleanor emerge from the corner, her demeanor slightly agitated.

“Eleanor, what were you doing there? Engaging in some secret rendezvous?"