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    Cecily hugged Sylvia, her determination steeling. “You’re always so considerate, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure Elena pays for everything.” Sylvia looked doubtful. “Do you really think she’ll agree?”


    A fierce light shed in Cecily’s eyes. “She doesn’t have a choice.”


    Cecily knew that Elena was deeply attached to She. If she could control She, she believed she could easily manipte Elena into giving them whatever they wanted.


    While Cecily and Sylvia schemed to extort money from Elena, Elena was escorting Lydia to meet Jeffry. As evening fell, the streets became crowded with people.


    Elena and Lydia arrived at a private restaurant. When they entered, they spotted Jeffry seated near a window.


    “Do you have a reservation?” the restaurant manager approached, politely inquiring.


    This establishment catered exclusively to members and rarely admitted walk-in guests.


    Elena gestured toward the man by the window. “We’re here to see him.”


    The manager nced in that direction and immediately showed deference. “Oh, you’re acquaintances of Mr. Harper. Please,e in.”


    Lydia, watching Jeffry from behind, whispered to Elena, “Your brother must be very handsome. I can tell just from his posture—broad shoulders, slim waist, and such amanding presence.”


    Elena followed her gaze. It was a familiar sight. Jeffry carried himself withposure no matter where he was. Whether standing or seated, his posture remained perfectly upright. Even as he lounged on the sofa, there was always an effortless elegance about him.


    Lydia, midpliment, suddenly fell silent when she saw Jeffry’s face, a slight flush coloring her cheeks.


    Elena guided Lydia to a seat. “Jeffry, I’d like you to meet my friend, Lydia Hunt.”


    Jeffry gave a subtle nod, his gaze lingering on Lydia for a moment before he looked away. He greeted them in a deep, clear voice and began pouring coffee. The restaurant exuded a refined charm, with elegant coffee sets arranged on the table.


    Rolling up his sleeves to reveal strong forearms, Jeffry expertly brewed, poured, and tasted the coffee. His movements were smooth and refined, each gesture demonstrating years of practice.


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    He gently tapped his fingers on the table. “The coffee here is excellent. You should both try it.”


    Jeffry embodied the ideal gentleman, rarely drinking alcohol except at formal gatherings, and always favoring coffee. If he rmended something, it was sure to be the best.


    Elena picked up her cup and took a sip.


    Jeffry looked a little surprised. Observing how Elena inhaled the aroma before tasting, he realized she was familiar with quality coffee. “Elena, are you a coffee enthusiast too?”


    Elena smiled after tasting the rich,plex brew. The vor was bold and bitter at first, but soon opened up to a lingering, aromatic finish. She nodded. “Yes. This is from this year’s new crop.”


    Her mentor had been a coffee connoisseur, and Elena often joined him for tastings, eventually developing her own appreciation for it.


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