?Chapter 257:


    She didn’t need fancy clothes to stand out—there was something effortlessly maic about her.


    Around them, appreciative nces were directed towards Elena, and Elyse felt a pang of something akin to envy. She pressed her lips tightly together and clenched her fists.


    In Elyse’s eyes, Elena must havee here for Wesley as well!


    She didn’t believe for a second that Elena was here to watch the race. Coming from a small town, Elena probably didn’t even know what racing was, yet she had the audacity to show up here!


    Elyse nced arrogantly at the person next to Elena. “Elena, this isn’t a ce for you. Do your parents know you’re associating with some unsavory characters?”


    Lydia let out a cold snort.


    She—the leader of the Pantheon and a former top-tier assassin of Shadow—was being dismissed as an “unsavory character” by this pretentious socialite?


    Lydia’s lips formed a smile that never reached her eyes.


    Elyse felt a sudden chill, as if the very air around her had grown heavy. “That’s quite an audacious im,” Lydia sneered. “What? Does your family own this ce? Only you cane, and others can’t? If you’re so particr, why not reserve the entire venue? Though you hardly seem capable of affording such luxury.”


    Elyse’s expression darkened. “I was addressing Elena,” she said, clearly displeased. “It’s rather impolite to interrupt, Miss.”


    Lydia scoffed. “I could say the same to you. It’s rather impolite to interrupt our conversation and dictate what Elena should do.”


    “You!” Elyse nearly cursed from sheer frustration.


    Elena’s friend proved just as uncouth as she was!


    Karen, patience exhausted, snapped, “This event is hosted by my family. I have every right to eject you!”


    “We purchased tickets,” Elena replied with calm dignity. “No one has the authority to remove us.”


    Elyse fixed her gaze on Elena and deliberately announced in Karen’s presence, “Elena, you’re only here because you knew Wesley would attend, right? He can’t stand women who keep bothering him. Your transparent tactics won’t sway him.”


    With calcted words, she painted Elena as a woman consumed by infatuation, desperate for Wesley’s attention and willing to stoop to any level to capture it.


    Although Karen didn’t like Wesley, she despised the women who fawned over him with even greater intensity.


    A womancking proper upbringing or refinement actually dared to envision herself marrying into the Spencer family? She ought to recognize her ce!


    Karen’s face twisted with indignation. “You trash, how dare you set your sights on the Spencer family? I’m warning you, abandon those foolish dreams. Wesley would never look twice at someone like you!”


    “Fuck you!” Lydia kicked over a chair with a resounding crash. “You’re the trash, you bunch of fools! Elena could have any man she desires. Stop living in your pathetic fantasy world!”


    Karen jumped in rm and stumbled onto Elyse’s foot, nearly toppling over.


    .


    .


    .