Chapter 680

Eleanor pulled out her phone and opened Weibo, bracing herself. Another storm had erupted. Fresh rumours churned across the trending feed, each more vicious than the last. Netizens were once again painting her as a schemer—claiming she had clawed her way into the MS Fashion Gala through underhanded, indecent means. She knew better. Lies like these didn’t spread on their own. Someone was deliberately pouring oil onto the fire, fueling the narrative with surgical precision. Her gaze lifted, slicing through the glittering atmosphere of the gala until it landed on Abigail Murray. Cold, sharp, and unflinching—Eleanor’s stare was a blade. Abigail, sensing the weight of that gaze, raised her head. Their eyes met in the charged air between them. For one taut second, the room seemed to hold its breath. Abigail’s lips curved with the faintest trace of disdain. She tilted her chin, exuding an aura of effortless superiority, as if she were the reigning queen of the evening. Then, with deliberate e