Chapter 570

Eleanor sat with her back ramrod straight, her blazing gaze fixed firmly on Alberto Patrick. Even seated, Eleanor’s natural height and poised demeanour gave her a subtle but commanding edge—half a head taller, and infinitely more composed. The sheer dominance in her posture sent an unspoken wave of pressure across the table. It wasn’t arrogance. It was control—cool, quiet, and unshakable. Alberto Patrick, however, had never known what it meant to be challenged, let alone bested. Raised in privilege, adored by investors, and spoiled by status, she wasn’t about to back down now. Not in front of everyone. Not by this woman. Clenching her fingers tightly into fists, she spat out with a sneer, “What’s with that look? Drink up already!” Eleanor’s expression remained unchanged—calm, aloof, unreadable. As if the person in front of her wasn’t even worth the flicker of real emotion. “I won’t,” she said, her voice cool and resolute, the words crisp enough to cut glass. Her chin lifted ever so sli