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    When the bold woman approached Theo again, he was uninterested and instead took a strong drink to calm his nerves.


    The blond guy touched his lips, nced at Elena, and headed back to the room, feeling a bit bummed.


    The two left Darren there, still reeling in disbelief.


    With the scene calming down, Elena made her exit.


    Darren remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on his broken tooth, still trying to grasp the evening’s chaos.


    As Darren walked back to the private room and stopped at the doorway, he heard the blond man asking Theo, “Who was that striking woman?”


    Theo drew out a cigarette, which the blond man quickly lit for him. Inhaling deeply, Theo released a smoke ring, his face shadowed. “That woman is the long-lost daughter the Harper family just reimed.”


    The blond man reacted with astonishment. “Are you talking about the daughter the Harper family recently threw avish banquet for?”


    Just then, Darren burst into the room. “What did you just say? Who is she?”


    Theo’s expression soured, clearly irritated. “Wipe your saliva first. You’re spoiling the atmosphere.”


    Darren couldn’t care less about the saliva. He felt disoriented, whether from his earlier fall or the bombshell Theo had just dropped. He was desperate to confirm Theo’s im. Could it be true that Elena was the reimed Harper family’s daughter? That seemed unlikely, given her supposed origins as a child of a humble family in Cloudstream Vige.


    Growing more anxious, Darren moved closer, but the blond man seized him by the cor and shoved him away.


    The blond man, who had always stuck close to Theo, had grown tired of Darren—a Foiclens local constantly trying to win Theo’s favor.


    The blond man scoffed. “Are you deaf? Wipe your damn mouth.”


    Theo, who had intended to unwind, found his evening ruined by the encounter with Elena. He flicked his cigarette into a ss and promptly exited.


    The blond man followed behind Theo.


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    As Darren attempted to follow and seek rification, the blond man blocked him. Raising his fists, he warned, “Try following us, and I’ll even out your teeth.”


    Darren froze and watched them leave the Empire. The revtion that Elena might be a Harper consumed his thoughts.


    Rushing back to Foiclens, Darren sought to speak with Sylvia to confirm the true identity of Elena’s biological parents.


    As soon as Elena reentered the private room, Wesley noticed a distinct scent on her. He pursed his lips, his eyes flickering slightly. “Who did you meet?”


    Elena raised an eyebrow in surprise, curious about how Wesley knew she had just met someone. She took a seat and answered, “Just someone who doesn’t matter.”


    Noticing her reluctance to discuss further, Wesley chose not to push the issue.


    Two sses of wine were already set on the table. Elena picked one up and said, “Mr. Spencer, a toast to you.”


    The wine was not particrly strong. It had a light, fruity taste that was subtly sweet. It was the kind of wine that could easily lead one to drink more than intended.


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