?Chapter 125:


    “Elena, what brings you here?”


    She looked up and recognized the face immediately. It was Darren, once her fiancé and now involved with Sylvia. Darren grimaced at the sight of her. “Shouldn’t you be with your own family? What brings you to a ce like this?”


    Darren’s expression grew even more displeased, as if her presence was an annoyance.


    Elena’s response was cool and detached. “It’s none of your business.”


    Darren and Elena’s history stretched back to childhood. In those days, Elena had beenrgely neglected by Cecily and Benjamin, who weren’t wealthy then. Even so, she never troubled them for money. During her hungriest times, Darren would bring her meals each day.


    At that time, the Griffiths were just average merchants, not the affluent family they wouldter be in Foiclens.


    Darren’s grandfather once believed a fortune teller’s prophecy that Elena would bring great fortune to Darren and insisted on their engagement because of it. As foretold, the Griffiths’ fortunes rose dramatically after the engagement, propelling them to be the wealthiest family in Foiclens, and even the Reeds found their own luck improving.


    If the Reeds hadn’t discovered that Elena was not their biological daughter, she might have ended up as Darren’s wife.


    Darren found Elena’s detached attitude infuriating. He smirked, assuming her distant air was just a ploy to draw his attention. Did she forget how much her life had changed? She was no longer part of the Reed family. Sylvia had told him Elena’s real parents were just ordinary people from Cloudstream Vige. He believed people like that should return to their roots.


    Leaning against the wall, Darren looked at Elena with disdain. “It slipped my mind that you’re working as a maid now. Are you still hanging around here because you have hope for us? Let me make it clear—Sylvia and I are getting engaged soon. It’s time you moved on.”


    His words were sharp, his brows arching with smug satisfaction.


    For once, Darren felt he could outshine Elena, who had always been one step ahead. If not for his grandfather’s insistence, he would never have considered a rtionship with her.


    Darren’s friends, a couple of young men,ughed nearby.


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    “Is that your ex-fiancée, Darren?”


    “She’s really pretty. Hard to believe she’s still hung up on you. Maybe she just can’t find anyone better.”


    “Having her as a maid is such a waste, Darren. Why not keep her around? You can afford it.”


    Darren’sugh was scornful as he dismissed the idea. “She’s nothing but an ice queen, nothingpared to Sylvia’s warmth and understanding. I only put up with her because of my grandfather. With Sylvia now, Elena means nothing to me.”


    Darren considered himself the future head of the Griffiths family and believed someone like Elena didn’t even deserve toce his shoes, much less be considered as a partner.


    As the men around Darren jeered, Elena found their mockery almost entertaining. Her smile dazzled the group.


    With a cool twist of her lips and a voiceced with sarcasm, Elena addressed Darren, “Where does your confidencee from? Do you really think I harbor any feelings for you? What have you ever done to deserve my affection?”


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