Chapter 560

“Can I go later?” Eleanor’s voice was soft, devoid of its usual bite. She turned away and sank slowly onto the nearby sofa, her head bowed, her expression unreadable. All trace of defiance seemed to have melted away. Hazel Johan, believing the fire in her had finally been extinguished, nodded approvingly. “We’ll head to the restaurant soon,” she said, her tone far gentler now. “You should take some time to freshen up—make yourself look nice.” With that, she walked out, leaving the office in smug silence. The bodyguards remained behind, stationed like sentinels by the door, arms crossed and unyielding. Eleanor didn’t spare them more than a glance—a glance colder than steel. She reached for her phone with steady fingers and unlocked it. Her screen lit up with the familiar red icon: Weibo. She began to type, her fingers flying over the screen as if guided by a storm. And when she finished, she hit send without hesitation. The post went live. It wasn’t a polite statement. It was a declarat