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    Elyse kept running her mouth, enjoying every second of Elena’s confusion.


    Before Elyse could gloat any further, Elena grabbed her wrist, her voice sharp as ice. “Say that again. Who the heck did Jeffry marry?”


    A searing pain shot through Elyse’s wrist, forcing her to bend forward, her body trembling as her teeth chattered in response to the excruciating ache. “You’re still clueless, aren’t you? Jeffry and Evelyn have secured their marriage certificate, and their wedding is imminent. I’ve informed you. Now release me!”


    Elena’s expression soured as she loosened her grip.


    Rubbing her wrist, Elyse eyed Elena with caution.


    Noticing Elena’s stern look and the seriousness etched across her face, Elyse couldn’t help but feel a hint of amusement. Was it possible that Elena was unaware? Interesting. Jeffry was married, and Elena was out of the loop. What did that mean? It was clear that Elena had fallen out of favor with the Harper family!


    A wave of satisfaction washed over Elyse at Elena’s supposed fall from grace.


    Elyse’s bitterness toward the Harpers traced back to the day when Elena entered the picture—a critical moment witnessing the start of the Harper family’s waning warmth toward her and overt tenderness toward Elena. Later, her schemes had unwittingly backfired, and she was kicked out. But now, the tables had turned. With Evelyn’s entrance into the Harper family, it was Elena’s turn to experience the sting of exclusion and dismissal.


    Elyse’s glee momentarily overshadowed her difort. A smile curved on her lips as she said dramatically, “Everyone in the is talking about the marriage alliance between the Harper and Morgan families. Haven’t you heard? Elena, it appears your family has grown sick of you. They’ve kept you in the dark about such an important matter. Remember how you used to boast about the Harper family favoring you over me? Now that Evelyn is the favorite, what’s left for you, Elena? By the way, my boyfriend is the deputy mayor’s son. Apologize now and hand over your shares to me, and I might just spare you.”


    Times had changed. Elyse sensed that bringing Elena down would now be an easy task. She looked at Elena with disdain, relishing the prospect of her humiliation.


    However, Elena remained dismissive. “Your wrist doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Her tone was detached. “You expect an apology from me? You might as well keep dreaming!”


    Elyse’s expression turned dark. With a furious re, she snapped at Elena, “Do you really want to challenge me? I might just have to call my boyfriend over. Trust me, you’ll plead for my mercy, and I won’t grant it!”


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    Elena responded with calm defiance, “Proceed.”


    Elena snorted. The deputy mayor’s son? Even if Elyse’s boyfriend held that title, he still wouldn’t have the authority to demand an apology from her. In all of the, there wasn’t a soul who could force her to lower her head.


    Clutching her phone tightly, Elyse’s frustration mounted. She was determined to put Elena in her ce today!


    Elyse called Keith, who soon arrived with his entourage.


    Upon spotting Keith, Elyse rushed into his embrace.


    “Keith, Elena has been terrible to me. Look what she did to my wrist,” Elyse said softly, lifting her bruised wrist for him to see.


    Keith clicked his tongue, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Damn! Who’s responsible for this? They’ll regret it, I promise you that!”


    A sly grin spread across Elyse’s face as she pointed at Elena. “She’s the one.”


    A cold smile yed on Elena’s lips. The moment Keith alighted from his car, she recognized him immediately—the bold one who had harassed Lydia at the bar, merely a spoiled son of a government official. She had not anticipated he was Elyse’s boyfriend.


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