?Chapter 511:


    Though irritation pricked at him, Darren maintained his facade. He thought Elena must be unaware that his wedding with Sylvia had been canceled, and that was why she was acting jealous.


    He gazed at her with a veneer of tender affection, as though her coldness were merely a childish tantrum. “You don’t need to worry about Sylvia,” he said, his voice wrapped in mock warmth. “We didn’t get married. I’ve already made it clear to the Reed family that Sylvia and I have no rtionship anymore. Elena, I’m single now.”


    The suggestion in his final words hung heavily in the air.


    Disgust was all Elena could feel. Did he truly believe that his newfound singlehood would entice her back? Who would pick up trash they’d already thrown away?


    “So what? What does that have to do with me?” With these dismissive words, Elena turned to leave, unwilling to waste another moment.


    For a brief instant, Darren’s carefully constructed expression shattered before he hastily pieced it back together. He threw the flowers aside and blocked Elena’s path. “Elena, I know you’re still angry with me. I came here today to tell you that I love you. I want to seek your forgiveness, and no matter how long it takes, I won’t give up.”


    Darren suddenly dropped to one knee and produced a ring. “I was wrong in the past. I shouldn’t have listened to Sylvia’s lies and let you suffer. Elena, I truly know I was wrong. Let me take care of you from now on, okay?”


    He added, “You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve moved to the, so we can see each other every day from now on. If you don’t believe me, you can test me for the rest of your life.”


    That was true. The Griffiths family had indeed relocated to the. But the reason wasn’t what Darren imed—to see Elena every day.


    The truth was darker: the Griffiths family’spany had been systematically suppressed in Foiclens, their profits plummeting. Staying there would only ensure their bankruptcy. Unable to survive in Foiclens any longer, relocation had be their only option.


    Darren figured that if he could secure a marriage with Elena, with the Harper family’s considerable support, the Griffiths family could not merely survive but thrive in the.


    Darren gazed at Elena with what appeared to be profound affection, his eyes conveying apparent devotion.


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    Elena sneered, “You don’t actually think you’re being romantic, do you? Save that act for fools like Sylvia. It only makes me sick.”


    Darren’s fa?ade finally crumbled, his practiced smile reced by tightly pursed lips. “Elena, it’s okay if you don’t want to forgive me. I’ll prove to you how much I love you.”


    “Love?” A coldugh escaped Elena’s lips. “Is your love worth anything? It’s not worth anything to anyone, yet you speak of it so seriously.”


    Struggling visibly, Darren took a deep breath, barely containing the urge to curse. If it weren’t for the Harper family’s considerable wealth, he would never have debased himself by pleading with Elena! With her personality, which young master from a wealthy family in the could tolerate her? Who else would marry her besides him?


    Weary of his transparent ttery, Elena cut sharply to the heart of the matter. “The Griffiths family’spany is probably on the verge of copse, right? You want to use the Harper family’s influence to develop it in the? I suggest you give up now. If you keep spouting nonsense, I might just feel like bankrupting your family one day.”


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