Chapter 568

Eleanor finally turned her head, her gaze locking onto the source of the voice. Nahashon White, a man in his early thirties with a clean crew cut and a calm, businesslike air, stood just outside the private room. While the rest of the group scrambled to deal with the chaotic scene unfolding behind him, he was the only one who had noticed Eleanor’s arrival. "You got here fast," he greeted with a polite, almost warm smile. His demeanor was surprisingly approachable for someone in his position. Eleanor nodded in acknowledgment, her expression composed. Her eyes flicked toward the young woman sprawled gracelessly on the floor nearby. “And this is...?” She didn’t recognize the girl, but instinct told her she must be someone of importance—probably a celebrity. Still, Eleanor had only recently returned to the entertainment industry after a long absence. She didn’t pretend to know everyone. “Ah, her...” Nahashon’s smile faltered briefly before he schooled his expression. “That’s Alberto Patric