Chapter 615

With a crisp snap, Eleanor's slender fingers pressed the matchmaking plaque down onto the table. The motion was clean, deliberate, and effortless. She leaned back slightly, her demeanour composed and serene—so infuriatingly serene that it made Alberto Patrick's blood boil. Alberto’s gaze fixed on her, lips unconsciously pressed into a hard line. That Susan... always likes this. So damn lucky... Why was it that, no matter the situation, Susan remained unfazed—untouched by humiliation, untouched by consequence—while others, like her, were left to simmer with frustration? The longer she stewed, the tighter the knot twisted in her gut. Still, years of media training had perfected her mask. Her expression, while darkening inside, stayed neutral and unbothered on the outside. But she wasn’t about to let Susan off that easily. Not today. She turned to Eleanor, her lips curving upward into the faintest of smiles—soft, sweet, but utterly calculated. "Susan, you didn’t already know no one picked