Chapter 573

Eleanor’s gaze locked onto Alberto Patrick—sharp, unwavering, and full of challenge. It wasn’t just eye contact. It was a declaration of war. There was no hint of retreat in Eleanor’s posture. Her spine straightened, her chin lifted ever so slightly, and the corners of her lips curled into a cool, composed smirk. Confidence radiated from her like a silent flame—calm but burning. Alberto scoffed internally. Was Susan completely delusional? Did she genuinely have no concept of her place? A third-rate actress clawing her way back from oblivion… a scandal-worn semi-rookie without recent success or media power... What gave her the audacity to stand toe-to-toe with her—Alberto, heiress, star, industry darling? Was Susan even qualified to challenge her? Could she even comprehend what it meant to stand on the same stage? The absurdity of it all suddenly became too much. Alberto laughed. But it wasn’t pleasant. It was a sharp, cold sound, laced with venom. Her smile twisted into something almos