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    His stance was resolute, using his tall and sturdy frame to protect Elena.


    Taken aback, Cecily halted, her intimidation preventing her from trying for the phone again.


    Thwarted and frustrated, Cecily stormed out, her expression seething with fury.


    Turning his attention to Elena, Javier’s voice was tight with concern.


    “Elena, are you okay? Did that old witchy a hand on you?”


    Elena gently shook her head. “No. I’m alright.”


    She was taken aback that Javier, who had once been her adversary, was now the first toe to her defense. Her lips curled into a genuine smile.


    In a hushed tone, Javier said, “You’re still smiling? The Reeds cling like leeches—you think they’re gone, yet here they are again, emerging to cause more trouble.”


    The instant Javier heard from his mother that the Reeds were stirring up trouble again, he left his game halfway and raced to be by Elena’s side. Completely shameless, all of the Reeds. The nerve of them crawling back just to harass Elena.


    “What more can I do?” Elena responded, her voice steady and seemingly indifferent. “If they wish to lower themselves, that’s their choice. I’m not going to let their behavior affect me.”


    Javier scratched his head. She made it sound simple, but didn’t she feel any resentment? If he were in her shoes, he’d already have exploded in anger. Remaining calm wouldn’t be in his cards. “You aren’t angry?” he questioned, bewildered.


    With a soft chuckle, Elena replied, “What would be the use? They’re merely acting out of desperation. They’ll run out of steam eventually.”


    Javier furrowed his brow, growing suspicious. “Hold on a second… Elena, have you already devised a strategy? What’s your n? Spill it!”


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    Elena casually pushed his head aside and started walking away. Continuing to follow her, Javier babbled incessantly by her side, while her grin became more pronounced. If a dog persisted in its biting, she’d have to assert her dominance more clearly.


    When Sylvia discovered that Cecily had failed to sway Elena, she felt a mix of anxiety and rage. The court date was impending, and without Elena dropping the charges, Sylvia’s sentencing seemed inevitable.


    Panic gripped Sylvia, and then a sudden idea—Darren. He had also been involved, providing the finances for the smearing campaign against Elena online. If she was headed for prison, how could Darren escape punishment?


    Frantically, Sylvia searched for his number and called, but received no answer. Anxiously pacing, she bit her nails, her tension rising with each unanswered call.


    She redialed repeatedly. Over a dozen attemptster, there was still no response.


    Ovee with fury, she was tempted to fling her phone against the wall. He had turned into a ghost just when she needed him most. All her hopes had vanished. She roamed the room aimlessly, her face ashen, her demeanor one of utter defeat. It was all over for her. She was utterly ruined. But she was too young to end up in jail!


    Holding her phone firmly, her face gradually hardened from fear to determination. She couldn’t let herself be sent to prison! There was only one course of action left. She needed to confront Elena. She had to convince Elena to withdraw the charges, no matter what it took. Elena had always been particrly protective of She. Sylvia was sure Elena wouldn’t stand by if She were to suffer.


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