Chapter 358

Robert’s gaze turned frosty as he deftly dodged Patrick’s punch, his expression unwavering. But Patrick didn’t relent; his fist shot forward again. The two tall, broad-shouldered men—both imposing figures in Chicago society—had now descended into a raw, bare-knuckled brawl, right in the street. Eleanor watched in disbelief, finding the scene both absurd and frustrating. Robert and Patrick, two renowned gentlemen, were now engaging in an unsophisticated street fight—over her. She let out a gentle sigh, dark determination clouding her face, and pushed open the car door. “Enough!” she called, striding forward, her hand slicing through the air between the two men like a blade. At the sound of her voice, both men froze. Neither wanted Eleanor to get hurt, especially because of them. They reluctantly took a step back, creating a cautious distance. Robert’s gaze, cold and unyielding, settled on Eleanor. “You should go,” he said, his voice laced with unmistakable authority. He didn’t want her