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    Matias’s words brought rity to Javier, flooding his mind with recent memories. He said, “You’re right. Elyse has been relentless in making things difficult for Elena. She even nearly got the club shut down, forcing Elena to buy it outright just to keep it open. It’s obvious—all these troubles trace back to Elyse! And right after Elena pped her, these nderous rumors appeared. There’s no way Elyse isn’t involved.”


    Javier grew more certain of this with every word he spoke. No doubt—this mess bore Elyse’s fingerprints all over it! Fueled by his resolve, Javier decided to track Elyse’s movements immediately. He was determined to find proof of her spreading those defamatory photos.


    Waiting only briefly for a response, Javier turned and darted after Elyse.


    “Javier, wait—don’t rush into this!” Matias called out, concern heavy in his tone. But it was toote; Javier had already disappeared.


    Matias sighed, a knot of worry tightening in his chest. Why such haste? A more calcted n might have been wiser. He had been ready to share his thoughts but never got the chance.


    All Matias could do now was silently hope that Javier wouldn’t cause a disaster. Elyse, that twisted woman, and Keith—both were pure chaos!


    With fire burning in his eyes, Javier tracked Elyse down to a luxurious boutique in an upscale part of town.


    Hidden in the shadows, he watched Elyse’s extravagant shopping spree. Her arms wereden with two overstuffed bags as she finally exited the store.


    Javier’s brow furrowed, a storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. How had Elyse amassed such wealth to splurge like this? The Harpers had cut her off, tired of indulging her every whim.


    Known for reckless spending, Elyse once burned through fifty thousand a month without saving a cent. Yet here she was,vishing what seemed like a small fortune on luxury items.


    Could Keith really be funding thisvish lifestyle?


    The boutique was notoriously expensive. Each garment was a small treasure with a hefty price tag. The two bags Elyse casually carried were likely worth a fortune—possibly exceeding a million.


    Even during her time under the Harper family’s wing, Elyse had never disyed such extravagance.


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    Keith, despite being the son of the deputy mayor, came from a modestly wealthy familypared to the staggering affluence of the Harpers. The disparity made it all the more baffling—how could he possibly support Elyse’svish spending?


    As Javier watched the scene unfold, his suspicions deepened. A nagging feeling told him that things were not as they appeared. When Elyse hailed a taxi with a practiced wave, Javier didn’t hesitate to g down another cab and discreetly follow her.


    Elyse returned home briefly, only to reemerge transformed. Dressed in casual chic, she essorized with her most expensive handbag, sunsses, and a mask.


    Javier frowned. What was she so desperate to hide? What twisted scheme was she nning this time?


    His curiosity sharpened as he quietly tailed Elyse, determined to uncover whatever secrets she was hiding.


    In her perfect disguise, Elyse entered a bar and slipped into a private room away from prying eyes.


    Undeterred, Javier secured the adjacent room, only to find the walls frustratingly soundproof.


    Driven by a mixture of desperation and determination, Javier climbed onto the narrow window ledge. Extending his arm, he carefully maneuvered his phone inside the room, turning the device into an extension of his senses to record everything.


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