Chapter 1252


    Last time Pearce was at the Sharp family’s construction site, Peterson was the one who hosted him.


    So, he recognized Peterson and they were on pretty good terms, shaking hands as they met.


    “Mr. Sharp, sorry to keep you waiting.”


    “No worries.” Peterson brushed it off casually, replying before turning his gaze to Eleanor who was at


    Pearce’s side.


    “Ms. Elena, you’re even more stunning in person than in photos.”


    A sh of light crossed his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it hade.


    This was Eleanor’s first face-to-face encounter with Peterson, the first time she was really getting a


    good look at him.


    Peterson was a real looker, with chiseled features and a perfect face shapeplemented by his


    healthy, tanned skin. He was as wless as a sculpture, with


    manners to match.


    Beyond his looks, his entire demeanor was top-notch as well. He was graceful and gave off the vibe of


    a well-bred rich kid.


    “Mr. Sharp, you’re even more suave in person than on TV!”


    Hearing Eleanor’spliment, Peterson extended his hand towards her with a smile.


    “Let’s make this official then, I’m Peterson.”


    Eleanor also reached out to shake his hand, “I’m Emilia.”


    Peterson gave a polite nod and let go of her hand, inviting her and Pearce to hop into his car.


    Typically, a big-shot family like the North Fund would have chauffeurs, but Peterson was driving


    himself, very down to earth.


    “My grandfather was a strict disciplinarian. He taught us to keep a low profile and not to be too shy.


    So, we usually do things ourselves.”


    Peterson exined as he drove, then smiled at Eleanor, “Just because I didn’t hire a driver doesn’t


    mean we can’t afford your design fees.”


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    Hearing this, Eleanor could sense the light-hearted humor in Peterson’s words and started to rx.


    Sheughed and replied, “Mr. Sharp, you’re pulling my leg. I’m well aware of your family’s financial


    status.”


    Hearing this, Peterson nced at her and said, “Well, since you’ve already done your homework on my


    family, I won’t bore you with the details.”


    Eleanor nodded in agreement and didn’t say anything. Peterson then asked, “Ms. Elena, this is your


    first time in Canada, right?”


    “Yes, I’ve never been here before.”


    Upon hearing this, Peterson rolled down the car windows and opened the sunroof.


    “Get some fresh air and take in the scenery of Canada. We’ll be home soon.”


    His considerate care for women was clearly ingrained from a young age. His granddad, Yates, must be


    a kind-hearted old gent.


    Peterson’s car weaved slowly through the wide streets, nked by dense trees. The natural scenery


    was very soothing.


    Eleanor couldn’t help but gaze at the view outside the window, then nced at the rear mirror to see a


    ck luxury car tailing them closely.


    She saw it, and so did Peterson, “Why didn’t you invite your friend to join us?”


    He looked at Eleanor and asked with a smile, “Are you afraid we might hurt you?”


    Caught off guard, Eleanor was a bit embarrassed but she recovered quickly, “Well, you know I rarely


    visit construction sites personally. It’s natural to be a bit wary


    when I do.”


    Eleanor didn’t specify who was tailing them, just hinted at the potential danger, which was pretty


    cautious of her.


    But Peterson didn’t seem to mind, “Ms. Elena, you’re a renowned architect, it’s understandable you’d


    need bodyguards.”


    Eleanor replied with augh, “Safety first, right?”


    Peterson returned the smile and then the conversation tapered off.


    Soon, they passed through several distinctive small towns and finally arrived at a European-style


    manor.


    The ce was somewhat secluded, but the scenery was beautiful. There was a small creek in front of


    the manor, against a backdrop of green hills.


    The bright sunshine filtering through made the blue sky and white clouds even more refreshing.


    Although the manor was neither too big nor too small, it was indeed low-key and not overly luxurious,


    just as Peterson had said.


    Seeing Eleanor getting out of the car and surveying the surroundings, Peterson added, “This is where


    my grandpa’s first love used to live. After he retired, he moved


    here.”


    Eleanor’s gaze shifted to Peterson who was leading them towards thewn, “Your grandpa’s first love,


    was that your grandma?”


    Peterson shook his head, “My grandma has passed away.”


    Eleanor was taken aback. That meant Yates was cherishing not his wife, but another woman.”