Chapter 650

The others exchanged complicated glances at Eleanor’s bold declaration, their eyes glinting with doubt, envy, and quiet scrutiny. Is Susan really that confident? Or is she just performing for the cameras? Abigail, unable to resist, broke the silence first. "Susan, don’t bite off more than you can chew," she said in a tone that seemed playful on the surface, though the subtle curl of her lips gave her away. "Do you even realise how big this castle is?" She chuckled softly, her words laced with ridicule. "Overconfidence feels good now, but when exhaustion sets in… well, don’t say I didn’t warn you." To casual viewers, her remark might have passed for harmless teasing. But Eleanor caught the barbs hidden beneath. Abigail wasn’t warning her. She was mocking her—painting her as arrogant and naïve. "She’s right," Alberto Patrick chimed in smoothly, her voice carrying an edge of satisfaction. Her eyes flicked toward Eleanor with a glimmer of disdain barely masked by her practiced smile. "Don’