?Chapter 523:


    He stared at the screen. No, this was definitely her number. No doubt about it. It was her. But this Elyse was unrecognizable.


    Shaking off his confusion, Darren rushed to the point. “Miss Harper, didn’t you say you’d send Elena to my hotel? I waited all night, but no one came.”


    For a fleeting second, unease pricked at Elyse. But then anger took over. Who did this small-town nobody think he was, questioning her like this? If he wasn’t so useless, she wouldn’t have risked drugging Elena. She clenched her teeth. What an idiot.


    Her voice dripped with irritation. “You couldn’t even handle Elena, and you have the nerve to whine to me?”


    Darren froze. Then, his expression darkened. “But you told me…”


    “What did I say?” Elyse cut him off, voice cold and mocking. “I don’t know you. Don’t ever call me again.”


    She ended the call without a second thought.


    Darren clenched his jaw, staring at the screen as the busy tone droned in his ear. That conniving bitch! She was the one who came to him first, whispering promises…


    Of partnership. Now, she was acting like he didn’t exist, like he was some pathetic joke.


    Darren’s jaw clenched so hard that it ached. His grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white, veins bulging with fury.


    Bang! The phone smashed against the wall, shattering into useless pieces.


    Elyse barely spared a thought for Darren. She had no use for him anymore. She had something far better lined up.


    She opened her gallery, fingers gliding to a certain video.


    In the dim lighting, details blurred, but the scene was unmistakable—a tall man, arms wrapped around a woman, their bodies far too close.


    The man’s sharp jawline and aristocratic nose were unmistakable. It was Wesley. The woman’s sleek, flowing hair was her only identifying feature.


    The video was short, barely over ten seconds.


    It cut off just as the woman shoved Wesley away, her face finallying into view.


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    Elyse had filmed this herself—the day she caught Wesley and Elena intimately close, on the verge of kissing.


    She zoomed in, nails digging into her palm as she stared at Elena’s face. Since she couldn’t take Elena down herself, she’d find someone who would. Elena dared to like Wesley? She was finished.


    Elyse smirked as she forwarded the video to Cathy. Payback was inevitable. Elena was doomed. Cathy was a storm waiting to happen. The moment she saw this video, she’d tear Elena apart, piece by piece.


    A wicked grin stretched across Elyse’s lips. Cathy wouldn’t just be mad—she’d be out for blood. Sure, the Harper family had power, but the Garretts weren’t ones to be messed with either. And when chaos struck, not even the mighty Harper family could shield Elena from Cathy’s wrath.


    Elyse tightened her fists, eyes gleaming with cruelty. “Cathy, do your worst.”


    Cathy was in the middle of a card game with her friends when a video caught her eye. Fury surged through her, and she kicked the table over. “That snake! She’s going to regret this!”


    One of her friends frowned. “Cathy, who’s making you this mad now?”


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