Chapter 558

Hazel Johan’s eyes gleamed with shrewd calculation as she openly scrutinised the woman in front of her. Eleanor felt it immediately—a cold prickle creeping up her spine. The intensity of that stare was invasive, unsettling. Without a word, she turned her face away, refusing to meet Hazel’s gaze. Moments later, Hazel ended the call. Her expression was a conflicted mess of ambition, tension, and smugness, barely masked beneath a thin, practised smile. “Susan, do you know who that was?” she asked, her voice laced with teasing superiority. Eleanor didn’t even glance at her. “Not interested.” The blunt reply struck like a slap. “You—” Hazel faltered, caught off guard. A flash of rage surged through her, heating her chest. How dare she? This Susan had become far too arrogant for her own good! Hazel clenched her fists briefly, her nails digging into her palms as she forced her temper back down. The smile returned—tight and sugary. “Susan, I was just trying to tell you… your luck is about to c