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    Jaelyn’s eyes, sharp and calcting, swept over Elena’s radiantplexion. “The climate must be doing wonders for your skin. I barely recognized you—it’s only been a few months, yet you look so refreshed and vibrant. Seems like life outside the Reed household suits you,” she mused, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and envy.


    Jaelyn herself was a vision in a curve-hugging red dress, her hair elegantly curled, projecting a youthful aura that belied her years. Elena, however, chose to ignore her veiled provocations.


    Back in Foiclens, Jaelyn hadn’t exactly been the epitome of kindness toward her, often hurling snide remarks her way. Despite Aldin’s efforts to chastise Jaelyn for her behavior, she seemed impervious to change, her disdain as persistent as ever.


    Jaelyn, utterly indifferent to Elena’s reaction, gestured to the shop staff with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Please wrap these up—these items here and all those.”


    The staff member’s eyes sparkled with joy. Ringing up this sale would be a major win for her this month.


    Moments earlier, Jaelyn had spent considerable time perusing the shelves, dismissing some items as overly pricey while scoffing at others for their subpar quality.


    Quality. The staff member had nearly resigned herself to the notion that this would be a fruitless endeavor. Yet, in a surprising twist, Jaelyn piled up a hefty order.


    The staff member hustled to package Jaelyn’s selections, her enthusiasm palpable as she announced, “Mrs. Griffiths, your totales to 51 million. As a token of our appreciation, we’ve included a purple pendant with your purchase. Will you be paying with a card or cash today?”


    Without missing a beat, Jaelyn nonchntly pointed at Elena. “She’ll cover it.”


    The staff member’s gaze shifted to Elena, whose lips twisted into a frosty smile. The audacity of Jaelyn’s assumption was almostughable. Did Jaelyn really think she could manipte her into footing such avish bill, here in the full light of day?


    Seeing Elena’s icy demeanor, the staff member turned back to Jaelyn and ventured cautiously, “Mrs. Griffiths, are you suggesting this youngdy will handle the payment on your behalf?”


    “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Jaelyn confirmed, a smug tilt to her head. After all, hadn’t her son extended his generosity to Elena numerous times before? Wasn’t it only natural for Elena to treat her to a few well-deserved gifts with her newfound wealth?


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    The staff member hesitated, unsure what to do—Elena wasn’t showing any signs of paying for Jaelyn.


    Faced with a significant purchase, the staff member hesitantly approached Elena. “Miss, will you be settling the bill with your card or would cash be preferable?”


    Elena looked up, a hint of a smile ying at the corners of her mouth. “If your establishment makes a habit of extorting money from unsuspecting visitors, perhaps you ought to consider a career in robbery instead of retail.”


    The staff member bristled at her tone. “Miss, no need to be rude about it.”


    Jaelyn, hearing the exchange, felt a surge of indignation. “Elena! That’s no way to speak! Apologize this instant! As your future mother-inw, it’s only right for you to treat me. After all, what’s fifty million to the Harpers? Don’t be so miserly.”


    Elena, however, suspected Jaelyn was out of touch with reality. Her expression grew darker, a formidable aura enveloping her as she fixed Jaelyn with a stern look. “Take a good look, Jaelyn. I am not Sylvia. If you’re searching for a daughter-inw, she might be more amodating.”


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