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    Elena agreed to meet with Sylvia. Given all the damage Sylvia had tried to inflict on her online, she figured it was only right they spoke personally.


    They ended up across from each other at a luxury rooftop restaurant, the city below them lit like a sea of diamonds.


    Elena sat with wlessposure, slicing into her steak with careful elegance, never once looking in Sylvia’s direction, making her indifference perfectly clear.


    Drawing in a shaky breath, Sylvia red at Elena, doing her best to keep the bile down. Her hunger vanished. The fancy food in front of her might as well have been a pile of stones.


    While Sylvia sat stiffly, Elena enjoyed her dinner with infuriating ease, wine ss in hand and no rush in her movements. Not a single word left her mouth.


    That silence dragged on until Sylvia couldn’t bear it anymore. “What will it take for you to drop thewsuit? All I did was say a few sentences online, nothing more. Why are you blowing this out of proportion? Did you honestly have to drag it into court?”


    Elena dabbed her mouth with a napkin before deigning to look at Sylvia. She gave Sylvia a chilling stare and responded, her tone as cold as ice, “You can say all that to the judge.”


    “You!” Sylvia retorted, fists clenched and chest rising. She couldn’t stand the sight of Elena. Elena’s mere presence set her nerves on edge. Why did Elena have to be so much more stunning than she was? Realizing Elena wouldn’t give an inch, Sylvia pulled out her strongest move—She. “You act like She doesn’t matter to you. Need I remind you she’s living with me now?”


    That struck a nerve—Elena’s once calm gaze turned razor-sharp. “Are you trying to threaten me?” Her face grew grim, her amber eyes fixed sharply on Sylvia.


    Triumph curled Sylvia’s lips. “Call it what you want. But if you keep pushing thiswsuit, who’s to say what might happen? She’s old and fragile. idents happen. And if she ends up bedridden, who’s paying those hospital bills? If you don’t want to see her suffer, drop the case, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”


    She was Sylvia’s own grandmother. And yet, Sylvia was using She’s safety as a means to pressure Elena.


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    Sylvia’s level of audacity was nothing short of outrageous.


    After wiping her hands on a napkin, Elena rose and strode toward Sylvia without a word.


    Sylvia said, “You still have time to back out of thewsuit. If you don’t—hey, what do you think you’re doing? Elena, have you lost your mind? You—”


    Whatever protest Sylvia had died on her tongue the moment Elena seized her and dragged her toward the balcony.


    With over thirty stories beneath them, Elena didn’t hesitate—she mmed Sylvia up against the railing, letting Sylvia dangle just enough to taste the drop.


    Terror drained the color from Sylvia’s face. Her body went stiff as panic took hold. Her eyes widened, her voice trembling with fear. “You’re out of your mind! This is murder! You think you’ll get away with this?”


    A sharp, mockingugh escaped Elena. Now Sylvia was shaking? Without warning, she loosened her grip just enough to make Sylvia freeze in terror.


    “Please… NO… please don’t…” Sylvia’s voice broke as fear swallowed the rest. Her eyes brimmed with tears that were on the verge of falling. Fear had finally taken hold of her. “Just calm down, please? I… I didn’t do anything to her… I’m sorry, okay?”


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