?Chapter 565:
Things were going smoother than he had expected. As long as Elena showed up, he nned to lure her into his trap. He had already prepared a sedative. Once he got what he wanted and tookpromising photos, she would have no choice but to marry him.
The next day, Elena arrived at the designated spot.
Darren was already there, impably dressed in a white suit, holding a bouquet of red roses. “Elena, you made it. These flowers are for you.”
Elena frowned at the roses, making no move to take them. Unbothered, Darren ced them on the table.
Though Darren yed the gentleman, pulling out a chair for her, Elena saw right through his act and felt disgusted. His performance was painfully obvious.
Without hesitation, Elena got straight to the point, her tone cold. “I’m here. Now tell me what you know.”
Darren shed a charming smile and suggested politely, “How about we eat first? I’m starving. Haven’t had anything all day.”
Elena leaned back, watching him quietly, determined to uncover his true motives.
Darren proceeded to order an extravagant array of dishes and uncorked a bottle of red wine. He poured a ss for Elena and lifted his own in a toast. “It’s been ages since west dined together. Cheers.”
Elena remained perfectly still as Darren gave a sarcastic smile. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.
Elena scoffed sharply. “Should I trust you?”
For a brief moment, Darren’s facade cracked, but he quicklyposed himself. Taking a drink from his ss, he reassured her, “See? It’s safe. I opened the wine here, and I’ve drunk it myself. Nothing to worry about.”
He raised his ss, signaling that he would withhold information until she drank.
Elena carefully picked up her ss. Without needing to smell it, she immediately sensed it had been spiked. Yet, she remained expressionless as she swallowed the drink.
Darren struggled to hide his delight, convinced of Elena’s naivety and sure she had fallen for his trap. He expected the drug would leave her helplessly attracted to him.
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Darren had always been drawn to Elena’s charm and perfectly sculpted figure. A glimmer of lust shed in his eyes.
“How’s the wine? I chose this one just for you. Please, have another,” Darren urged, reaching to refill her ss.
“I’ll handle it,” Elena interjected, taking the bottle into her own hands. As she poured, she subtly let a hidden powder slip from beneath her fingernail into Darren’s ss.
Oblivious, Darren took a sip, his eyes locked on Elena with clear admiration.
Remainingposed, Elena asked, “How did youe to know about my mentor?”
“Your mentor? Oh, that elderly gentleman.” Thinking Elena was trapped, Darren let his guard down. “I once saw you two after a lecture. It was just a hunch that you were looking for him. I didn’t think I was right.”
In fact, Darren knew nothing at all. He had only discovered that the elderly man was her mentor. Previously, he had mistaken the elderly man for Elena’s biological father, but once the Harper family reconnected with her, he dismissed that idea.
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