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    With threatening movements, he rolled up his sleeves, brandishing a stun baton that appeared from nowhere.


    Elena merely scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. “What’s this? Livid because my words struck a nerve?”


    He wanted to teach her a lesson? The absurdity almost made herugh. Did he truly believe he was even worthy?


    Now thoroughly enraged and humiliated, the guard raised the baton with malicious intent. “I’ll beat you, you wretched woman!”


    But in the next second, the baton’s trajectory was interrupted—caught firmly by someone’s hand, and the guard was unceremoniously kicked away.


    Devonte tossed the baton aside with casual disdain. “You dare mess with her? You’re asking for trouble!”


    The guardy on the ground, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. “Mr. ke…”


    Kenton followed Devonte out. With a gentle yet authoritative demeanor, he addressed Elena, “Miss Harper, why are you still outside? Mr. ke has been waiting for you.”


    Elena crossed her arms, her posture conveying displeasure. “Perhaps you should ask your staff.”


    The guard’s eyes widened as realization dawned—Elena wasn’t just another gold digger. Kenton was polite to her, and even Devonte treated her with respect. “Mr. Pearson, I honestly didn’t know she was truly Mr. ke’s friend—” the security guard stammered, desperately trying to defend himself.


    “Why didn’t you ask first?” Kenton’s frown deepened. “Enough. Stop exining yourself. You’re fired.”


    Devonte quickly stepped forward, acknowledging his mistake. “Elena, it’s my fault. I should have waited to go in with you. Please don’t let this spoil your mood.”


    Elena wasn’t bothered by such insignificant people. Withposed dignity, she joined Devonte for the opening ceremony.


    Though Devonte wanted to invite her to dinner afterward, Elena gracefully declined.


    Upon returning to Hillside Manor, Elena found her path blocked by an anxious Darren.


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    “Elena, you’re finally back. I’ve been waiting for ages!” Darren eximed, relief evident in his voice.


    Darren cradled a bouquet of flowers in his arms, a bright smile illuminating his face as he approached Elena. “These are your favorite champagne roses. I picked them out especially for you. Do you like them?”


    Elena didn’t take them. Was he out of his mind? “The one who likes champagne roses is Sylvia, not me,” she reminded him, her face a perfect mask of indifference.


    Darren’s smile wavered, betrayed by a flicker of unease in his eyes. Was that so? Had he remembered wrong?


    After only a moment’s hesitation, Darren swiftly regained hisposure. “Then I’ll bring you something else next time. What flowers do you like?”


    Elena frowned. Remarkably, he seemed to have grown even more shameless during their time apart. What flowers did she like? None. She liked money. But what did that have to do with him?


    Frost lined her words as she replied, “Did you conveniently forget what you have done in the past?”


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