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    Now, Jeffry regarded Wesley as if he were a suspicious character. “I should be asking you. What were you thinking, inviting my sister for drinks alone?”


    Wesley nced down at his private part and said bluntly, “Get out.”


    After Jeffry left with Elena, Wesley reclined on the sofa. Even from that brief contact, he felt aroused.


    Wesley furrowed his brow, confused by his reaction.


    Jeffry carefully settled Elena into the back seat before sliding into the driver’s seat himself.


    As the engine hummed to life, Elena fluttered her eyelids open. Her eyes were clear, devoid of any hint of intoxication.


    A faint smile curved Elena’s lips. She hoped this act would dispel Wesley’s lingering suspicions. Wesley had personally poured the wine for her, and refusing it would have been an unforgivable breach of etiquette. Since he was clearly fishing for information, she had chosen to indulge him and y her part convincingly.


    The night had drawn its dark curtain by then, with thick clouds obscuring the moon and stars alike. An ominous darkness enveloped the surroundings, hinting at an impending storm.


    As the night deepened, a sudden, torrential downpour unleashed itself. Rainshed the petals, saturating the soil and nearly uprooting the nts beneath.


    Meanwhile, in Foiclens, within the confines of Darren’s apartment, Sylvia was tenderly pressing an ice pack against Darren’s face, which was swollen to the point of being unrecognizable.


    Sylvia’s heart was heavy with sorrow. “Darren, what in the world happened to you? Are you suffering terribly?”


    Darren slumped deeper into the couch, his eyes drifting aimlessly toward the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess. His concern wasn’t so much the throbbing pain but rather the mystery surrounding Elena’s true identity.


    In a sudden move, he sped Sylvia’s wrist, stopping her mid-motion with the ice pack, and gazed at her with a grave intensity. “Sylvia, I need the raw truth from you now.”


    Caught off guard, Sylvia blinked in confusion. “What do you need to know?”


    His unusual seriousness filled her with unease. Could it be that Darren had pieced together her strategy of using a child to cement her status within his family? The lineage of the Griffiths was precarious, with only one male heir emerging in thest three generations, and Aldin held a profound reverence for the family legacy. If she could bear Darren’s child, she would secure her ce in the Griffiths family, opposition notwithstanding.


    Darren’s scrutiny was relentless. “Tell me, does Elena actually hail from a humble family? Do her real parents reside in the backwater Cloudstream Vige?”


    This time, Sylvia was utterly speechless. With Elena far away in the, she had made certain arrangements to ensure that Darren and Elena’s paths would never cross. So why was he raising the question of Elena’s identity now?


    Sylvia’s thoughts churned in confusion, yet she responded with a mix of feigned ignorance and subtle curiosity. “Yes, of course. Isn’t that the case?”


    She lowered her eyes. Why was Darren prying into this all of a sudden? Had he stumbled upon some hidden truth? She had invested so much effort into concealing it from him all along.


    Observing her seemingly perplexed look, Darren’s suspicions began to wane slightly. “I met Elena today,” he began, pausing awkwardly. The embarrassment of admitting that Elena had bested him in a scuffle was too great.


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