A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1370

Chapter 1370

Eleanor didn’t reply, and Robin waited a moment before chuckling softly. “Don’t worry, my uncle has always been good to me since I was a kid. He won’t harm me.”

Yet, Sheldon, knowing full well that he was the Vice President of the Premier Entrepreneurs’ League, was still assisting the Area Opaca; if he found evidence to confirm this, their positions would be antagonistic.

Robin was more concerned about how to convince Sheldon to leave Area Opaca and how to resolve its existence. But these matters had nothing to do with Eleanor, so he didn’t share them with her.

Eleanor’s concern was still Bernard. But Robin hadn’t gotten any information about Bernard from Sheldon, so she didn’t ask him. After a moment of silence, the stylist walked in with a gown. Eleanor told him to take care of Katharine, then hung up the phone, and the stylist quickly changed her into the latest fashion gown.

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Eleanor, inheriting the Sharp family’s excellent genes, had beautiful eyes and a peachy complexion, accentuated by her elegant demeanor.

Her overall appearance was graceful and relaxed, and the champagne-colored gown made her delicate and glorious.

The Sharp brothers rose to their feet when she appeared.

“From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were stunning. But now all dolled up, you’re an absolute knockout.”

“It’s a shame we didn’t grow up together, otherwise, you would have been our little porcelain doll, growing up under our protection.”

The first comment was Bevis’ astonishment, the second was Antoine’s regret. Only Peterson remained silent, quietly observing her.

Standing in front of the mirror, Faustina approached. “Eleanor, if you’re interested, you could join Antoine and become a model for DK.”

Eleanor admired this independent and strong woman and spoke with a touch of respect. “My dream is to start a company like yours.”

Antoine, with his arms crossed and leaning casually, immediately chimed in, “Then you can hire me as a model. I promise to make your products shine.”

Eleanor displayed a troubled expression. “But I’m an architect. I can’t exactly plaster your photo all over construction sites, can I?”

The smile on Antoine’s lips froze. “I take back my previous statement.”

He stopped smiling, but Eleanor began to laugh. This was her first real laugh since she arrived in Canada, and it made the Sharp brothers laugh along too.

With her makeover complete and the dinner hour approaching, the brothers escorted Eleanor home. Yates’ house had already been decorated by their uncles.

It was all pink, like a little girl’s birthday party, although Eleanor was about to become a mother. Yet, the Sharp family still treated her like a little princess.

Eleanor knew they were trying to make up for her lost childhood, but as she’d said, the joy of receiving something you wanted as a child diminishes when you receive it as an adult.

Compared to the bustling Sharp family, her demeanor was much calmer. It seemed as though she was just waiting to go through the motions of a ceremony. Once it was over, she would return home.

The dinner started, and many people attended. There were relatives of the Sharp family, aristocrats from North Funland, all were influential people. Yates introduced Eleanor

to everyone.

Perhaps having heard about her future plan from Faustina, Yates made it clear to everyone during the introductions that Eleanor was an architect.

So, throughout the dinner, many people approached Eleanor for design work. These were the connections the Sharp family offered, but she didn’t plan on using them, nor did she reject them outright.

After introducing her and helping her network, Yates cut a four-layer cake with her, symbolizing her successful return to the Sharp family, Next was the family tree. Yates asked Peterson to retrieve it from the study. Peterson glanced at Eleanor then leisurely went upstairs.

He quickly retrieved the family tree and handed it to Yates, who opened it in front of everyone.

Yates then handed the task of updating the family tree to Derrick. Derrick picked up the gold-tipped brush and wrote Vanya’s name, followed by Emilia, and then Eleanor’s

Once he finished writing, Yates suddenly looked at Eleanor, who was quietly standing beside him. “Your sister’s child, is her name Serenina Ziegler?”

Eleanor realized what Yates was thinking. She initially wanted to stop him but then thought that her sister’s child should also call Yates great-grandfather, so she didn’t say anything, just nodded.

Seeing her not object, Yates quickly asked Derrick to write ‘Serenina’ on the family tree.

After the names of those who were lost were added to the family tree, a smile spread across Yates’ face.