Chapter 140 They Only Care About Interest

Chapter 140 They Only Care About Interest

Eleanor blinked. "So what if I am?"

Raymond didn't answer.

He lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers, the desire he'd suppressed all night finally unleashed in that moment.

His hand slipped easily beneath the hem of her pajamas, tracing up along her slender waist until it cupped the soft, full curve of her breast…

Eleanor couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

Raymond's mouth slid from the corner of hers to her jaw, pausing at her collarbone to suck gently.

His fingers, meanwhile, kneaded the already hardened peak of her nipple, the sensation so intense that Eleanor's body trembled uncontrollably with each touch.

She bit her lower lip, but fragmented whimpers still spilled through.

Raymond lifted his head, his gaze dark as he watched her face flush crimson under his touch, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Eleanor, can I?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Eleanor opened her eyes, already glazed with desire.

She didn't speak—just raised her arms to loop around his neck and kissed him first.

That was her answer.

Raymond held back no longer.

He tore open her already disheveled pajamas and lowered his head to take her hardened nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swept across it with wet, warm strokes, making Eleanor's body go rigid, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders.

"Don't rush…"

Raymond murmured, though his hand slid down along her waist to the inside of her thigh, slipping into her already soaked pussy.

His fingertip circled inside her slick walls, drawing out wet, sticky sounds…

Eleanor shuddered, unable to hold back a low moan.

Her voice was so soft, so sweet, that Raymond felt his spine tingle. His cock was already painfully hard.

He adjusted his position, pressing his ready cock against her drenched entrance, but didn't push in right away—just teased her with shallow thrusts, barely entering before pulling out again, making Eleanor's hips arch involuntarily.

"Eleanor…" He leaned down, laughing softly by her ear. "Want me inside you?"

Eleanor bit down hard on his shoulder in frustration, her voice breathy. "Are you… going to do it or not?"

Raymond chuckled helplessly.

The next second, he thrust his hips and entered Eleanor's pussy.

In the morning light, everything burned hot.

The Brown Manor.

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was suffocating.

Sophia kept her head down, stabbing viciously at the fried egg on her plate without eating much.

She didn't need to look up to feel the two searing gazes locked on her, full of disgust and displeasure.

Ever since that day she'd had that huge fight with Ethan, the Martinez family had called that very evening to announce the engagement was off.

And just like that, Jack and Grace's eyes had changed completely when they looked at her.

Credit cards canceled. Allowance cut off. Even the household staff treated her more coldly now.

Every single moment, Sophia wondered—she was their biological daughter, so why were they looking at her like this?

But now she understood.

Yes, she was their biological daughter—but in this house, profit mattered more than anything.

They'd spoiled her before because she could bring benefits to the Brown family.

Now that she was useless, of course they wouldn't give her the time of day.

Just like they'd abandoned Eleanor back then.

Come to think of it, Eleanor had lived in this house for over a decade, yet Jack and Grace had thrown her out without a second thought, cold-hearted to the core.

So how could they ever truly care about her?

Eleanor wasn't a good person.

But her parents were even worse!

Just as Sophia's mind spiraled, Jack suddenly sighed.

"Sophia…"

He fixed her with a heavy gaze. "What are your plans for today?"

Sophia quickly lifted her head, forcing a sweet smile. "I… I don't have any plans. I'll just stay home and keep you and Mom company."

She'd meant to please them.

But instead, Jack snorted coldly.

"We have our own things to do. Do we need you hanging around? If you've got that much free time, you should be thinking about how to find yourself a backer. You sitting around the house all day is really not a good look!"

Grace chimed in with her own barbed comment. "Exactly. Your father's right. Look at other people's daughters—they're all latching onto wealthy families. Only you, you useless thing, wasting that pretty face!"

Sophia's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She bit down hard on her lip, desperately swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat.

She didn't dare cry.

Because she knew it wouldn't help.

They'd only call her a useless waste. They'd never pull her into their arms and comfort her like they used to!

Just then, Sophia's phone rang.

She froze, then looked down.

An unknown number.

Sophia hesitated for a moment before pressing accept.

"Is this Sophia?"

It was a woman on the other end, her tone cold.

Sophia's guard went up instinctively. "Who is this?"

The other person laughed coldly.

"You don't need to know who I am yet. You just need to tell me—do you want to take down Eleanor or not?"

Sophia's grip on her phone tightened.

Eleanor.

That bitch again!

She'd already suffered so much because of that woman—she'd love nothing more than to tear her apart. How could she not want to take her down?

But she was also afraid…

So Sophia didn't answer right away.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. "Tell me who you are first. Otherwise… I'm not answering any of your questions!"

The woman on the other end went silent for a moment.

Then she said coldly, "My surname is Mitchell."

Sophia's pupils shrank sharply.

Mitchell?

Was this woman related to Eleanor?

But her tone just now had been dripping with hostility toward Eleanor.

"Well?"

The woman spoke again. "Ms. Brown, are you interested in talking now?"

Sophia bit her lip, then finally replied, "Fine. Send me the address!"

After hanging up, she lifted her head to meet Jack and Grace's scrutinizing stares.

Sophia pulled her lips into a sweet smile. "Dad, Mom—I'm going out today to make some friends!"

An hour later.

Sophia arrived at an upscale private club, following the address she'd been sent.

The receptionist directed her to a VIP room at the end of the hallway.

She pushed open the door. The room was dimly lit, with only a single floor lamp casting light.

On the sofa not far away sat a young woman.

She wore a sharply tailored suit, her long hair loosely curled, her demeanor elegant and refined.

But her expression was terribly grim, her brows shadowed by a lingering hostility that made her otherwise attractive face look almost twisted.

Sophia stood at the door, eyeing the unfamiliar woman cautiously. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

The woman lifted her gaze, staring at her coldly.

Then she spoke in an icy tone. "My name is Wendy. I'm the adopted daughter of the Mitchell family."

"So—have you made up your mind?"