Chapter 350:


    The security guard bobbed his head eagerly. “Yes, Mr. Spencer!” Dealing with Sylvia was nothing but a useless drain on time and energy.


    As Elena slipped back into the driver’s seat and the car purred into the gated vi, the guard fixed Sylvia with a look of impatience. “Well? What are you still doing here? Didn’t you hear Mr. Spencer? Don’t show your face around here again.”


    Sylvia’s nails bit into her palms, her face a mask of seething resentment. “Driving that junk car but acting like royalty? Give me a fucking break!” she spat bitterly.


    “Junk car?” With a raised brow, the security guard stared at Sylvia as if she had lost her damn mind. “Do you even know what you’re talking about? That’s not just any car—that’s a limited-edition Bentley! Most people wouldn’t even make enough in a lifetime to buy a single tire! Have you been living in a cave? How do you not know a luxury car when you see one?”


    Confronted by the security guard’s mocking sneer, Sylvia’s face darkened further, a storm brewing in her narrowed eyes.


    Sylvia made her way back to Foiclens, her heart heavy as she approached the apartment where Darren awaited her. His posture was rigid, his face a mask of displeasure, casting a shadow over the dimly lit room.


    “Where have you been? It’s sote.” Darren’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence with an edge of usation.


    Avoiding his probing gaze, Sylvia felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. Thest thing she needed was for Darren to discover her ndestine trip to the, especially not her reckless attempt to spite Elena.


    Sylvia concocted a quick lie and stammered slightly under the pressure. “I—I went home to see my mom. She’s been under the weathertely.” Attempting to diffuse the tension, she shed him a reassuring smile and stepped closer. “Darren, are you okay? You look exhausted. Let me give you a massage to help you unwind.”


    As she spoke, her hands reached out tentatively to ease the stiffness in his shoulders.


    However, Darren coldly shrugged off her touch, his demeanor unyielding. He stood abruptly, his movements brisk as he grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the door. “I’m heading back to the Griffiths family estate tonight. You should get some rest,” he stated tly, his voice devoid of warmth.


    The words stung Sylvia deeply. This apartment, now steeped in silence, had once been deemed a sanctuary of sorts since she moved in after discovering her pregnancy. She had envisioned it as a ce to nurture their bond, to rekindle the embers of their once passionate rtionship. But with the ongoing turmoil at the Griffiths Group, Darren’s attention was elsewhere—often returning homete or not at all, opting to stay at the family estate instead. Sylvia’s opportunities to connect with him were dwindling rapidly.


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    Sylvia’s frustrationspounded, particrly after enduring the humiliation at Elena’s hands. Now, feeling increasingly invisible to Darren, her temper red. In a moment of raw emotion, she smashed a ss.


    At nine in the evening, under the dim glow of streetlights, Darren made his way back to the sprawling estate of the Griffiths family. The atmosphere inside was tense. Leonardo and Jaelyn were still up, concern written all over their faces.


    Leonardo paced the room, his brow furrowed with deep lines of worry. “Another contract was canceled today,” he stated, his voice heavy with concern. “If this trend continues, thepany is doomed.”


    Jaelyn, usually indifferent to business matters and more concerned with her social appearances, felt a rare twinge of anxiety. Hervish lifestyle was funded entirely by the profits of the Griffiths Group, and the prospect of financial instability threatened her opulent existence. Rage simmered within her as she med Sylvia. “It’s all because of that shameless temptress from the Reed family. Ever since Darren got tangled up with her, misfortune has clung to us like a dark cloud. She’s nothing but a bad omen! If she hadn’t trapped him with a pregnancy, she would never have been worthy of marrying into our family!”


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