Chapter 233



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Noah’s board fell to the ground in his struggle, making a loud noise.

“Boo hoo…”. The little boy shouted loudly over Joseph’s shoulder, inciting sympathy from the maids in the yard.

Eleanor couldn’t stand it and plucked up the courage to stand in front of Joseph, “Where are you taking Noah?”

The thirteen-year-old girl asked in a childish voice, her courage was commendable.

Joseph glared at her, “Get out of the way.”

Eleanor gritted her teeth: “I’m your aunt.”

Joseph’s face darkened when Eleanor mentioned this, “Eleanor Beckham, are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Hearing this, Eleanor immediately stepped aside, speaking incoherently. “I’m just kidding. You can get away with it, I was just kidding.”

Joseph ran out of the yard and didn’t bother to look at her.

Staring at the cracked drawing board on the floor, Eleanor was depressed as she picked it up and heard the maids whispering in the hallway.

“I hear the señor intends to let the señorito get engaged to Miss Sanchez.”

“Huh? Hadn’t Miss Downey been introduced to her relatives and friends?”

“Hasn’t much happened to the Downey Family lately? And the Young Master seems to have finished with Miss Downey, haven’t you heard that too? The Master was ready to turn the group over to Franklin. What would happen to the Young Master’s career if he doesn’t marry Miss Sanchez?”

“Yes, men always value their careers, let alone a person like the Young Master.”

Eleanor was speechless.

She heard every word of the gossiping maids. She took the board and went back to the courtyard where. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Hello? Stella, it’s me. Where’s your mother?”

Stella Downey was speechless.

“No, I’m not looking for her. I’ll just tell you what, please let your mommy give Joseph an out. Otherwise, she’s sure to mess something up…”.

Stella was speechless again.

Eleanor felt melancholy, hanging up the phone.

G al no vel s . com holds tales worth reading Eleanor had no sense of existence in the Beckham Family. She was just Harrison Beckham’s adopted daughter, and he would be benevolent for raising her to adulthood.

Although she was young, she knew better than anyone else how to assess environmental risks, as Eleanor had been in an orphanage since she was a child.

Harrison was old and would not be able to take care of her for long.

Joseph would undoubtedly be the Beckhams’ new boss, but Eleanor was not a close friend of his. Therefore, the head of the Beckham Family would become the sole factor in determining her future.

Eleanor liked Hayden’s mild-mannered temperament, and she was also very close to Hayden’s daughter. Compared to Addison Sanchez, who always played nice, Hayden would be a much better woman for the Beckham Family. So Eleanor was on the same side as Stella.

But Stella’s reaction on the call was beyond Eleanor’s expectations. How could she turn into this?

It was noon, and Stella hadn’t been to school for the past two days because she had a cold.

Hayden had made lunch and called Stella to come out for lunch. But Stella came out with a sullen look on her face.

“What’s the matter, don’t you feel well?” Hayden habitually touched his forehead, “You don’t have a fever.”

Stella stretched her arms toward Hayden, and her childish voice seemed muffled by the cold, “Hug.”

Hayden smiled, “Are you being cuddly, why are you being sick like this, is it because I haven’t spent time with you in so long?”

Stella snorted, looking aggrieved.

She leaned against Hayden’s shoulder after she was lifted, “Mommy, can we still get Noah back if you don’t marry Joseph?”

Hayden patted her back, “Why ask this all of a sudden? Mommy will find a way.”

“Didn’t we live just fine without Noah? Mommy, I don’t want to stay here anymore. Let’s go back to the U.S., okay?”

Stella’s words caused Hayden to sink into a brief silence. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Hayden frowned, “Are you feeling bad about being here?”

“Bad.” Stella snorted, “People here are not nice at all, always harassing Mom. You fell hard for a man, but he’s nothing but a scoundrel.”

Hayden was stunned, let go of Stella, looked at her, and asked, “What do you mean?”

Then Stella grumbled and told Hayden about Eleanor’s phone call, “He said he was going to marry Mom, but why would he suddenly get engaged to someone else? It’s so mean. Mommy, the people here are so mean. Let’s go back to the U.S., it would be better for you to stay with Daddy.”

“You mean he was getting engaged to someone else?”. Hayden was startled, “Who?”

“It’s Miss Sanchez.” Stella was furious, “She’s not even as pretty as you, Mommy. She’s an adult and she just likes to play pretty. Noah and I don’t like her.”

Stella described it vividly. When Eleanor called back, Hayden had to believe it was all true.

Addison was Joseph’s childhood sweetheart. Even if Joseph didn’t deceive Hayden by saying the two of them were just friends, there wouldn’t be many who could make Joseph willing to marry.

Addison was one of them, but Hayden wasn’t sure if she counted as such or not.

Even if it did, it was just the past.

How things got to this point, ending it was a problem, let alone starting over with him. Hayden couldn’t accept Joseph’s distrust, but she couldn’t be honest with him either. He was faced with a dilemma.

Their relationship shouldn’t have started in the first place. Hayden looked complicated, “When Mom gets custody of Noah, I’ll take them back to the U.S., okay?”

Stella nodded in confusion, still thinking about the bad news of Joseph, whom she had always respected, marrying another woman. She fell into a deep sadness.

She was so angry that she wanted to tell Noah to get a new father.

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Hayden’s company, Green Lemon Clothing, had its online and offline sales up and running. Since its inception, it had released a total of three sets of clothing, all of which had sold out each time.

As the company developed, they had to face competition from peers and trademark infringement issues.

Hayden was talking to Dante Burke about attending a fashion magazine party in S-town when the attendant handed her the last batch of Yi-Pai Clothing product samples.

“Miss Downey, this Yi-Pai Clothing dress is almost identical to the second batch of our dress, from the color scheme to the style. They even changed it to an off-shoulder design. They are copycats.”

Hayden took the comparison chart and frowned, “Where’s the lawyer? Contact our lawyer to take care of it.”

“It’s no use.” Dante’s tone was calm, and he didn’t even bother to glance over, “This industry is like that, clothing design doubles all the time. When a new product sells well, there will soon be countless companies imitating it. It’s a waste of time to file a lawsuit.”

“We can’t ignore it, can we?”. Hayden’s brow furrowed, “Just let them plagiarize?”

“Unless you’re willing to have a fight with that person.” Dante looked at Hayden weakly, “Yi-Pai Clothing is owned by the ST Group.”

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