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    Elena would treat Elyse like just another stranger on the street if Elyse stopped provoking her, saving herself from unnecessary emotional strain.


    The cold indifference in Elena’s eyes was unmistakable to Elyse. No, it was more than that—it was disgust. Elena looked down on her! How could a hick dare to look down on her?


    Elyse still couldn’t figure out where she had gone wrong. Everyone seemed to stand by Elena—Alexander, Jolie, Jeffry, Ellis, Louis, and even Wesley all supported that wretched girl! But she was the one who had grown up alongside the Harper family! Why did she lose everyone’s affection as soon as that wretched girl appeared?


    As they crossed paths, Elyse couldn’t help but confront Elena, saying, “Feeling victorious, are you?”


    Elena stopped, her face a mask of neutrality. Her mood was sour, and it would be wise for Elyse not to stir further conflict.


    Elyse couldn’t shake the image of Wesley pinning Elena against the wall. Jealousy hadpletely taken over her reasoning. Her tone was piercing, emotions teetering on the edge. “Don’t get too cocky! Do you think you’ve won? Dream on! I won’t let you defeat me. I’m the center of attention here, and you’re nothing more than a petty thief from a backwater town! You’ve already taken the ce of the Reed family’s daughter, and now you’re trying to take mine as well. But I won’t allow it to happen!”


    Elyse became increasingly agitated, her voice rising in hysteria. She stared down Elena, convinced she was the rightful debutante disced by an intruder. The thought of her future with Wesley, stolen by that wretched Elena, fueled her rage.


    Elyse continued, “Even if you manage to seduce Wesley with your tricks, he won’t truly care for you! He’s just toying with you—”


    Elena’s hand moved swiftly, delivering a resounding p.


    Elena’s eyes were sharp and cold. “Have you said enough?”


    Some hold onto honors that weren’t rightfully theirs for so long they begin to think everything was meant for them.


    Elena was born of Alexander and Jolie, her bloodline intertwined with the Harper family’s. She hadn’t taken anyone’s ce. The Harper family was where she truly belonged.


    Elyse’s mother had broken all connections with the Harper family years ago. Since the passing of Elyse’s parents, the Harper family had taken Elyse in, treating her as one of their own out of sympathy for her orphaned condition. The truth was that Elyse was the outsider. Sadly, she was unable to understand this reality.


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    “You dare strike me!” Elyse stood frozen for a moment and then charged at Elena, her anger unleashing like a wild storm.


    But before her hands could reach Elena, a forceful kick sent her sprawling meters back.


    From the darkness, Wesley had appeared, his anger evident as he observed Elyse.


    Clutching her abdomen, Elyse’s face was streaked with cold sweat, agony echoing from the force of the kick. “Wesley…”


    Shortly after, Karen approached, her expression one of confusion.


    Upon noticing Elyse crumpled on the floor, Karen rushed to her side. “Elyse, what happened to you?”


    Elyse stayed quiet, too ashamed to admit that her harsh words about Wesley had earned her a kick.


    Karen turned to Wesley. “Wesley, what brings you here?”


    Ignoring Karen’s question, Wesley issued a stern warning, “Keep your distance from those of questionable people.”


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