Chapter 1135

Eleanor took off her lab coat. Callie was staying behind to record data and told her to go ahead, and Eleanor reminded him not to stay too late.

As Eleanor walked out of her office with her bag, a figure in the hallway smiled and approached her. "Miss Sutton, heading home?"

"Gavin? What are you doing here?" Eleanor asked in surprise.

"I'm here to take you home. Mr. Goodwin was concerned you'd be tired from working late, so he sent me to be your driver," Gavin explained.

Eleanor did feel exhausted, so for safety's sake, she didn't refuse.

The ride home was smooth, thanks to Gavin's steady driving, and she felt a surge of gratitude.

When they reached the parking garage, Eleanor thanked him. "Gavin, thank you for your trouble. You should get some rest."

"Miss Sutton, if you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Goodwin," Gavin said, not daring to take the credit. He was just an employee following orders.

The gesture came from his boss.

Eleanor nodded and walked towards the elevator. She checked the time-ten past ten. She gently pushed open the door to her apartment. Only a warm yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room, filling the space with a quiet, cozy ambiance.

She wondered if Joslyn had already put their daughter to bed in the master bedroom. As she tiptoed from the entryway into the living room, the scene before her made her stop in her tracks.

lan was sitting on the sofa, holding their sleeping daughter in his arms, watching a soccer game on mute.

Eleanor approached quietly. Ian looked up at her and said in a low voice, "You're back."

"I'm sorry for taking up your time," Eleanor whispered. She couldn't deny that lan's own work schedule was demanding.

"No need to be so formal with me. She's our daughter-we're both responsible for her," lan said softly.

"I'll take her upstairs to bed. You should go home and rest," Eleanor said, leaning down to take their daughter. But lan stopped her, saying, "I'll carry her up."

Their girl wasn't exactly heavy, but she was over forty pounds.

Eleanor nodded and went upstairs first with her bag. Ian followed behind. She opened the door to the master bedroom, and lan gently place their daughter on the bed. The little girl smacked her lips, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

lan withdrew his arm and covered her with a light blanket. Under the warm yellow light, his movements were exceptionally gentle a stark contrast to the decisive formidable man he was in the business world.

Eleanor stood at the doorway, quietly watching the scene. This used to be a familiar

part of her daily life, but now it felt like a distant memory.

lan walked to the door, his deep gaze resting on Eleanor's slightly weary face. "Is the research going well?" he asked softly.

"It is," Eleanor nodded.

"That's good," lan murmured. Eleanor stepped aside, and he walked out of the

room.

After hearing the front door click shut, Eleanor grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom, planning to take a quick shower before bed.

Down in the parking garage, Gavin was waiting for his boss. Seeing lan come down, he opened the rear car door. "Mr. Goodwin, the video conference is scheduled for eleven-thirty. We should make it."

lan nodded and ducked into the car. The black Maybach drove out of the garage, its taillights tracing a red arc in the night before disappearing around the corner.

A week later, a piece of news broke in the financial papers-Yeaton Holdings was facing bankruptcy due to a ruptured capital chain, and its stock price had plummeted.

On her way to the cafeteria with Gwenda, Eleanor heard the news. She later pulled out her phone to check-Yeaton Holdings was embroiled in a debt crisis, and its Chairman, Roland Weaton was on the brink of ruin.

As for the mastermind behind the crisis at Yeaton Holdings, Eleanor had a good

idea who it was.