?Chapter 210:


    “Didn’t you hear me calling?”


    Elena looked down at her wrist and frowned, her demeanor turning cold. “Release me.”


    Her voice was low yet piercing, forcing Darren to let go instinctively. A wave of frustration washed over him as he realized his mistake. “The Griffiths family is being targeted by both the Spencer and Johnson families because of you. You owe me an exnation today, and you’re not leaving until you provide one!”


    Elena thought Darren was even more foolish and arrogant than Javier. Why should she exin anything to him? Who did he think he was?


    She took a wet wipe from her pocket and wiped the spot where Darren had touched her wrist, her expression filled with disgust.


    Seeing this, Darren’s anger red. He couldn’t understand what made her so arrogant to brush him off like that, and why she looked at him with such disdain. She used to be part of the Reed family, barely on his level. But now, cast out and working as a maid in the, relying on men to get by — what gave her the right to act superior?


    Clenching his teeth, Darren hissed, “Elena, you’re pushing it too far!”


    Elena flicked the wet wipe into the trash and lifted her gaze with calm indifference. “The coboration is over because you’re simply not capable.”


    Darren turned sharply, frustration burning in his eyes as he red at her. “I’m the ipetent one? And what about you? Living off men — what does that make you?”


    Elena arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “And who exactly told you that?” Her connection with Wesley was nothing more than mutual use, each taking advantage of the other.


    Behind them, the private room buzzed with the’s elite socialites. Darren didn’t want to draw attention or make a fool of himself — especially not with Elena, who could say anything.


    Holding back his frustration, Darren sneered, “Drop the act. You used to look down on me, acting all high and mighty. But now? You’re nothing more than a kept woman—”


    A sharp p echoed through the room.


    Elena flexed her fingers, feeling the sting from the force of her p. “Shut the fuck up if you don’t know how to have a civil conversation.”


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    Darren’s head snapped to the side, pain spreading across his face as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He ran his fingers over his cheek and spat out the blood pooling there. A sharp pang shot through his jaw — a tooth on the right side had loosened. Stunned, he lifted his gaze, disbelief etched across his face.


    A drunken man with messy blond hair slouched against the private room door,ughing at the scene. “Wow, Darren, you just got pped by a woman! What, were you bothering her or something?”


    Humiliated from the p and caught in the act, Darren’s temper snapped. He swung his hand up, aiming straight for Elena’s face. But just as his hand was about tond, his footing slipped, and he crashed to the floor like a sack of potatoes.


    “Ugh—damn it!” Darren groaned in pain, spitting out a loose tooth. The tooth, loosened by Elena’s p, finally came out andnded on the floor with a faint tter.


    He stared at the tooth in shock, frozen for a moment.


    Behind him,ughter burst out, filling the room with mocking echoes. “Ha-ha! I can’t breathe—this is gold! Darren, you’re pathetic. Even my three-year-old nephew wouldn’t lose a tooth like that! Did a pretty face make you so dizzy you forgot how to stand?”


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