Chapter 519

Meanwhile, Eleanor turned slightly and began walking toward the exit. She had no intention of auditioning anymore. Unexpectedly, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. The one who stopped her was none other than Terry Abigail. “Susan, don’t be so unreasonable,” she said, her tone dripping with faux concern, a suspicious gleam flickering in her eyes. “This opportunity—I fought hard to get it for you, yet you just…” From the first sentence, Terry subtly casts Eleanor as the difficult one, as though she were the victim. Eleanor tilted her head slightly, her cool gaze sweeping sideways to meet Terry’s. Her voice was quiet, laced with disdain. “Fought hard… for me, you say?” The words slipped from her lips with a lazy, mocking drawl. She looked down at Terry Abigail with the amused detachment of someone watching a child throw a tantrum. Terry’s pupils contracted, her fingers twitching against Eleanor’s wrist. Something about the woman in front of her felt different. More dangerous. Colder.