Chapter 564

Hazel Johan narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp and suffocatingly domineering. In her eyes, Eleanor was nothing more than a bothersome ant—something she could crush under her heel without a second thought. Did this foolish girl truly believe she had what it took to go up against her? What a laughable delusion. Hazel was a seasoned veteran of the entertainment industry—calculating, ruthless, and battle-hardened. She’d weathered scandals, destroyed reputations, and moulded stars from shadows. She didn’t flinch at threats. And she certainly wasn’t going to be outmanoeuvred by a naive upstart who still reeked of inexperience. The industry was a war zone, and Hazel had no qualms about playing dirty. She leaned forward, lips curling in a sneer. "Delete that Weibo post, and I’ll pretend this little tantrum of yours never happened," she said, her voice silk wrapped in steel. "Otherwise..." Her eyes drilled into Eleanor, voice dropping to a low, threatening murmur. But Eleanor didn’t even blink.