?Chapter 349:


    Elena gestured nonchntly to the vehicle she had chosen for the day—a sleek, imposing car that was a gift from Alexander. It was a limited edition Bentley worth a small fortune.


    Sylvia’s smug smile wavered. She caught a glimpse of the car’s emblem—a simple “13.” Her heart, which had been in her throat, settled back down. The emblem didn’t match the Bentleys she knew so well. It had to be a fake, some cheap imitation masquerading as the real deal. That off-brand car only made Elena look even more pathetic. It was worse than her own damn used Mercedes—what a fucking embarrassment. Elena’s life in the Harper family didn’t seem to be going too great.


    Sylvia’s disdain for Elena deepened. With a scoff, she taunted, “Really, Elena, who are you trying to fool with this knock-off? How much did you pay for this car? And to think you’re trying to scam me with it!” Sylvia shook her head, her voice thick with mockery. “You better snag a husband soon and give up your fantasies about Darren. Time isn’t on your side, you bitch. In a few years, you might find yourself too old to attract anyone, let alone bear children. Even being the Harper family’s daughter won’t save you from that fate.”


    Elena almost scoffed at how absurd it all was. Did Sylvia really believe a woman was only as valuable as her ability to breed? unting her pregnancy like a badge of honor, Sylvia seemed to relish in her supposed superiority.


    With her face set in an unreadable mask, Elena stepped out of the car. Sylvia’s expression shifted to one of rm, her steps faltering as she retreated. “What—”


    “What do you want? Back off! I’m pregnant, and if you so much as try anything, the police will hear about it!”


    Elena’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk. “With such a frail heart, you dare to provoke me?”


    Realization dawned on Sylvia, her lips pursing in regret. Why had she been afraid of Elena just now? Her words had only exposed her own insecurities. No way! She hade here to unt her sess, not to be ridiculed.


    Sylvia was not one to cower easily. She straightened up, her voice gaining strength. “I’m merely pointing out that a wise woman secures a good marriage. The Griffiths are the wealthiest in Foiclens, and Darren is their distinguished heir. You won’t find anyone else like him. It’s unfortunate for you that Darren prefers me, not you.”


    Sylvia covered her mouth, herughter tinged with malice. “Elena, remember when Benjamin found you a good match, and you turned him down? Now, even with the Harpers, you’re still unwanted.”


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    Triumphant, Sylvia reveled in her moment of glory. However, her glee was fleeting. As the silence stretched, the car window of the passenger seat began to roll down slowly, revealing the unexpected figure of a man.


    In an instant, Sylvia’s grin faded, as if it had never been there at all. Wesley! Why the hell was he in Elena’s car? How on earth did those two end up tangled together?


    “Idiot!” Wesley muttered, his tone casual yetced with a frost that sent shivers down Sylvia’s spine.


    With a careless flick of his wrist, Wesley summoned the nearby security guard, who hustled over with undue haste.


    “What do you need from me, Mr. Spencer?”


    Wesley’s eyes briefly met Sylvia’s, cold and unyielding. “Get rid of her,” hemanded with a dismissive gesture. “She better not step foot in this ce again!”


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